Now a song about nothing.
With no beginning and no end.
Words are worthless in my head.
The musicโs flowing out instead.
And Iโll be writing till Iโm dead.
Time is something I will not regret.
When thereโs nothing on my chest.
Pack my bags and walk the rest.
Time awakens in the heart.
Sleeping lonely since the start.
Faith and omens guide the way today.
Finding time is novacane.
Is there life beyond the fence.
Sunlight rolling to the end again.
Words keep floating through my head.
The universe is older than itโs said.