I look for clues at the window
I strain to hear above the band
I`d give my all for an outcome of some consequence
I`m calling out for a hand up
Waiting for you to be true to your word
An old theme to a story that`s never quite told

I try
I try to make something out of nothing

Everything`s there for the taking
A promise of silver and gold
I`m scratching around for the crumbs left under the 
table
Morning of pages a washing away
If I could reveal what is hiding
How long ´til the gates fly open

I try

I suffer to come to conclusion
I`ve lingered here for too long
How you call it how you curse it
Labored compromise

Under the rug
Behind the couch
Gathered in dust piles
Swept into corners
Lost floating in atmosphere
Washed down the drain
Pieces go missing
A tiresome game
Trossed like a peddle into the see
Buried like treasure
Forsaken, words fail me
Though I try, though I try

I try to make something out of nothing
I try to make something out of nothing
I try to make