My mind wonders with no map I have no route no point I daydream My mind wonders with no map And real life colours seem washed out My eyes see things of a secret nature I resist from trying to understand I tear the pages of my past To recall what you think you thought you wanted Every yesterday is empty And no tomorrow will hold What you carry with yourself today I carry with myself today No route, no point, no map My eyes see things of a secret nature And I think if I find a word I will unlock the past As if a morning Could wake up some side of me That's plain and rich full and lovely and hidden Plain and full of colours 'Cause I have all the words in me Words I've never heard before I try to pick up what sleeps I try to pick up what slips through your mouth And find that my own words are so dull and empty I desist, I quit, I don't know Answers to questions you You make, you wait