My mind wonders with no map
I have no route no point I daydream.
My mind wonders with no map
and real life colours seem washed out.
My eyes see things of a secret nature
I resist from trying to understand,
I tear the pages of my past.
To recall what you think you thought you wanted
every yersterday is empty
and no tomorrow will hold
what you carry with yourself today
I carry with miself today
no route, no point, no map.

My eyes see things of a secret nature
and I think if I find a word
I will unlock the past.
As if a morning could wake up some side of me
that is plain and richvfull and lovely
and hidden.
Plain and full of colours
'Cause I've got all the words in me words I've never heard before.
I try to pick up what sleeps I try to pick up what slips through your mouth
and find that my own words are so dull and empty
I desist I quit I don't know
answers to questions
you make
you wait.