I can't even concentrate on this

It's overthought, anticipated

The pen ink is running dry

It's been thrown to paper and wasted

Creativity has been blocked and overtasted

Maybe in time I'll appreciate it



Hold on, hold on

We'll be with you soon



These papers are stuck in this book

Until they're torn out and pasted

To the 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



Longing for what has been lost

Longing for what hasn't been obtained

It's a small cost

We've got the past, lost the future, only now we wait



Hold on, hold on

We'll be with you soon

We'll be with you