Really, Nothing

If I was you and you were blind
And I could not see what was on my mind
I'd be lower than low
I could be a tree you could be the bird
Nestle up to me with a song, no words
I'd be happy, a tree
Wait on
Don't wait on me

Time's a-flowing
You been showing
Words a-growing
Words a-knowing

Oh I fell into the sea, you splash of a wave
Spiral into chi, violent bear it away
On the undertow
Your spirit is a monster
Mine a pickled jellyfish
Together we're preposterous
Wait on
Don't wait on me
I'll be gone
I'm drifting

Time's a-flowing
You been showing
Words a-growing
Words a-knowing

And I lay here but I can't keep my spirit together
Love is such a funky kind of weather
Breaks me up, shakes me down
Kicks me back and all around
My senses are non-sensical
Your love is theoretical
And mostly type rhetorical
Of that is all I see
And bind myself to thee
Or really nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Foster
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