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 glasses



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