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