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I hear you making sense of what's nothingUndirected, unthinkingI know, because I do it tooI guess it was just my own confusion derailing my calmin some kind of careless wayIt's interlocking and that makes it okay.What did you say? I'll listen.But could you give me a second?One more second, I promise.I know it's taxing to hear me.Shiftless, swaying thoughts go unwanted, go staleThey're erratic, pointless, blind at bestIt's so stupid, I knowI can't help itHow's it working for you?Leaving space where there could be something clear and substantial?A lucid way of remaining.I can't speak in descriptive terms, only make an impressionany which way I find acceptable... but it hasn't worked yet. Aus Songtexte Mania