Ofrin

N o t h i n g
comes to mind

Nothing comes to mind
Sorry, I tell you
I just can't find
Words are slipping away
As hard as I try
Like all nights before this
There'll be no revolution tonight

Oh I overdid it
It's time to admit it
The place where once were words to scratch from
Is a dry well for so long
Nothing left to cry for
I must rein myself in 'cause
My mought is tired of yawning the same old song

So stop asking me questions
I just don't know
I put my fist where my mouth is
And swallow it all
Stop all investigations
It's a dead end road
I put my fist where my mouth is...

Nothing comes to mind
Sorry, I told you
I couldn't find
My words were slipping away
The harder I try
Like all nights before this
There'll be no revolution tonight