Text: I Mother Earth. Scenery And Fish. Songburst & Delirium.

Wide awake in the candlelight
Stoned straight, crashing ocean wave
Patterns and sunset in their prime
Shoulder demons tell me how to lie
When it matters, when it matters, oh
And you better hope that you see it coming

That you see it coming

Painted gray and blurry
I am waiting for the sock to drop
Yes, I can fake it, hide, run away
When there's nothing left, nothing left to know

Ho, nothing
Ho, nothing
Woah, nothing to know

Lonely like a living room
Hallway noises and interviews
Squeeze the globe in between your legs
And hope God knows when to show his face
When it matters, when it matters, oh
And you better hope that you're feeling something

I'm feeling, I'm feeling

Pained by the worry
I am stained by the learning of what I can't
Feel, see, think, undo, I'm going to Mexico
Where there's nothing but the sun

Ho, nothing
Ho, nothing
Oh, nothing but sun

The four walls entertaining me
Are symbols of my contentment
Of mental and legal poverty
Nine out of ten can't be wrong

I, I have never learned
The secret of velocity
As I expand I feel small

I, I have nothing left
That I can draw from
I have nothing left, nothing