I can't even concentrate on this It's over thought, anticipated The pen ink is running dry It's been thrown to paper and wasted
Creativity has been blocked and over tasted Maybe in time, I'll appreciate it
Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon
These papers are stuck in this book 'till they're torn out and pasted to inside of my memory where I can later look and see them in a new gallery where they can later be viewed and appreciated
Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon We'll be with you soon
Longing for what has been lost And longing for what hasn't been obtained It's a small cost, forgot the past, lost the future Only now remains
Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon We'll be with you soon
