I pull the clouds across my shoulders As I turn from my head You shouldn't take them, The nightmares in my bed. I look around at the things That are there to be but all I really see Is the space in between , I wonder when they got there, The sparks and the static. When did I notice them? Or is there's a difference? Save and cancel Cancel and save Maybe one time it will be different But it's always the same And at any given point of a circle The end and the beginning Keep doing what they do We're trapped in our freedom The old and the new