Take what you've got, take comfort in that Everything you know or seen will soon be a non existent dot Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving? An illusion or delusion of grandeur
Half of what I say is bliss, the other half is meaningless Comfortable lines, waiting for the clock to heal us Lost and found but never touched, another beating heart is lost Interesting lies, waiting for the clock to heal us
Alone in our rooms, miserable A tornado or an owl, come back and isolate the balance Nothing is real, your heart on your sleeve Just another lie, transcend the pride, of the chemicals
Half of what I say is bliss, the other half is meaningless Comfortable lines, waiting for the clock to heal us Lost and found but never touched, another beating heart is lost Interesting lies, waiting for the clock to heal us
Take your time, nothingness is something And something is nothing Take your time, nothingness is something And something is nothing and nothing is nothing
Half of what I say is bliss, the other half is meaningless Comfortable lines, waiting for the clock to heal us Lost and found but never touched, another beating heart is lost Interesting lies, waiting for the clock to heal us