Art Of Nothing

Staring off, into outer-space stumbling, creating my entity One that is, not belonging in my Kino sphere I want to perfect the art of doing nothing I want to see your paintings come alive I want to see you smile when I say, I love thee Can't believe my eyes As my thought 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 in the top Where are we going, maybe we should I don't want to write a depressing song I don't want to hide behind my music I don't want to see the world through These tinted yellow gla*ses Time keeps eating me Against that time If ever that time come Running, running Time keeps cutting me Against that time If ever that time come Running, running