It's nothing to get excited over You can write it over and over and over Eventually You can't even fight over Nothing To even be excited over Odds are she'll stop calling me over Just as I Catch myself falling all over Again I find it over for good.
You catch me in the alleys of my mind And kiss me sweet lullabies Under moonlight of imagination We never kiss goodbye
The thought of no thoughts The dream of no wishes Looking to be found Not trying but bound To holler at them And talk to you Speak volumes With no vibrations An empty sea with no waves Save, the ones we wake Lives, with no stakes Jive, with no snakes Eyes of old rakes Seeing you see me Lie transparent I can no longer imagine what I tend to forget.