Nothing Bores
Blue paint is on the window's frame
I wait, everything's the same
Nothing bores; it's just your mind
Nothing's more; it's just your mind
Does the wind blow?
I don't know
Flowers in the dirt
Cover all my world
Nothing bores; it's just your mind
Nothing's more; it's just your mind
This is rain they suppose, but it brings me dryness
This is pain they suppose, but it brings me gladness
All the flowers lying here, all the dreams I can not see
This is love they suppose but it brings me hate
Nothing bores; it's just your mind
Nothing's more; it's just your mind