Staring off, into outer-space
Stumbling, creating my entity
One that is, not belonging in my Kino sphere
I want to perfect the art of doing nothing
I want to see your paintings come alive
I want to see you smile when i say, "i love thee"
Can't believe my eyes
As my thought hit the sky
All this nonsense, all this beauty
Has truly come alive
Drive all night, middle of nowhere
Ship-wreckage, left of this page
And on the bottom, and in the top
Where are we going, maybe we should...
I don't want to write a depressing song
I don't want to hide behind my music
I don't want to see the world through these tinted yellow gla**es
Time keeps eating me
Against that time
If ever that time come
running, running
Time keeps cutting me
Against that time
If ever that time come
running, running