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..........