Nothing

You do intend to fill with jewelry
This stretched out stomach, and you intend rightly
Room will be made in the world's belly
That has been full and always will be

I do intend to color the air
And if I do, it will be blue
I am as hungry for the wind's whipping hair
As on occasion for me
Upon the table there are rung
Different fruits and some canyons
Between the oranges people cry
I am out standing in the fire
And thereby falling after dark
We'll follow frogs and sharp-spiked sharks
Water bodies over sea
All of us dangling in the deep
So fucked, it seems we are asleep

But still our minds go moving nearer
That we attached upon our car
Up to the castle for the ball
So we remember our time here
As feeling somewhere in the house
Where we could sit and have our share
Under the stairs, we'd sulk and cry

"Why?
Why we be full of clouds and mist?
Why are we full of clouds and mist?"

Now that forever has come
Once angels bore a raining nothing
We've got so wet that we can't be
And now at last we won't be seen