I pick up my soul from a box labelled soul

And make my way back to nothing

Where I know that time will stand still

As I vanish around it in the same old loop

Stained pink post-storm skies

Mirror the eyes looking out past the nothing

Trying to find a comfort in the regression

Arbitrary work swallows time

Same place, same song plays

Same day different dates

Crossed off without change

Nothing reshaped

Retell the story until it's reciting a list

Won't make it easier to live with

But you won't need to think

Forget for a second

Forget that seconds go quick

Reshape nothing I get into whatever you want

If it's only nothing, it won't matter when it's wrong

Go gently please

Go gently please

Go gently please

Go gently please

Go

We'll build the carriage, we can catch the next train

It might take us a long way but we'll get there the same

Forget for a second

Forget that seconds go quick