Throw out the abstract
What's the use in that act?
Go to the lake, sit on rocks
Saw you at the cinema, what a shock
Never, ever come around again
Much rather have my own friends

Sit on, sit on these black rocks with me
Tripping, stumbling over my own feet - but
When we're together we got that twenty-twenty
20/20 - you're so funny when you try to talk the walk

Crafting something out of thin mist
At the start never can tell what it is
So don't ask, don't you say a word now
Break my concentration, throw it up in the air now
Just follow my feet, get on my boat with me
We'll float the still waters below white clouds