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Something Out Of NothingSomething Out Of NothingWhen now becomes beforeAnd today becomes tomorrowWhen the abyss devours the shoreWhen the night, the day, may swallowWhen never is foreverAnd forever never wasWhen the day is nonexistentAnd always is all at onceWhen the abyss devours the shoreWhen the shore consumes the landWhen the land turns into seaAnd the sea bears land againWhen things never becomeAnd when the world won't beWhen now becomes beforeDo you think that we could be?Do you think that we could be...Something out of nothing?
Grub.I am a grubI'd gladly shake your handBut as you know I'm just a grubAnd I have no hand to shake it withBut I'd gladly shake your hand, had IOnly had the handBut I'm a grubYes, I'm a grubAnd I'd complement your tieThough, as you know I have no eyesAnd I would love to see how wonderfulAnd sly your tie must be, yet IHaven't got the eyesFor I'm a grubA very lonely grubI'd ask you 'just how do you do?'But, as well as eyes, I lack ears tooI'd love to hear just how you doI dare not bother troubling youFor, I haven't got the earsAs I'm a grub
Billy.Billy, who's notQuite a boy, nor a manHas declared himself PrinceOf the Eyes-Sewn-Shut-ClanA club that he's formedVery much on his ownThough Billy, my friend,Is not in this aloneBilly and allOf his Eyes-Sewn-Shut friendsHave gone around searchingFor all odds and endsWhatever they canTo help build their fortFor Eyes-Sewn-Shut meetings,And things of that sortIt's very exclusiveAnd hard to get inThough all you need are some eyelids,Some string, and a pin.
February.February.It's not how we were meant to beLost the faith a day agoNow February's overAnd another month's begunAnd if time were a clockWe could turn back the handsAnd we'd live in the pastAnd we'd outgrow mistakesGet your stuff out the apartmentDon't forget the RJust let alone the filamentThe light bulb has burned out.I hate you to hate meI need you to need meI hate you to hate meI love you to want meAnd I'm not the way I want to beI lost my mind a mile agoAnd now February's overAnd the end of time's begunAnd if we were a clockWe could plug us back inAnd we'd live in the timeThat no longer existsGet your stuff out the apartmentDon't forget the RJust let alone the filamentThe light bulb has burned outNo, no, no, noI don't want to hate you (I… hate… you!)I can't help but hate you (Hate's a strong word.)I don't want to hate you (I hate you)I… I… I (I love…)
First Love.First Love.I miss you so much, though I see you every single day.I wished so much that it was love, but dreams can go astray.And although I still love you, and it hurts me so damn muchI must erase you from my thoughts, your smile, your kiss, your touch.A greater love, in my life, I have never known.Though few have come, and fewer still have let their love be shown.I'll say I'm sorry for whatever made you not love me,But I still love you just as much, or more if possibly.I'll dwell on it, even still, and sometimes cry a bit.I'm sad, cause you don't seem to be; though, that's just part of it.I'm sorry, love, I really am, but you still make my head swim.I suffer life, though, knowing that you secretly love.. him.-by me.