staring off into outer space
stumbling creating my entity
one that is not belonging to my kinosphere

want to perfect the art of doing nothing
want to see your paintings come alive
want to see your smile when
i say how "i love thee"

can't believe my eyes
as my thoughts 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 at the top
"where are we going?"
maybe we should

i don't want to write a depressing love 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 comes
running, running
time keeps cutting me
against that time
if ever that times comes
running, running

can't believe my eyes..........