My mind wonders with no map

I have no route no point I daydream

My mind wonders with no map

And real life colours seem washed out

My eyes see things of a secret nature

I resist from trying to understand

I tear the pages of my past


To recall what you think you thought you wanted

Every yesterday is empty

And no tomorrow will hold

What you carry with yourself today

I carry with myself today

No route, no point, no map


My eyes see things of a secret nature

And I think if I find a word

I will unlock the past

As if a morning

Could wake up some side of me

That's plain and rich full and lovely and hidden

Plain and full of colours

'Cause I have all the words in me

Words I've never heard before

I try to pick up what sleeps

I try to pick up what slips through your mouth

And find that my own words are so dull and empty

I desist, I quit, I don't know

Answers to questions you

You make, you wait