First there is nothing
Then the church bell tolls like the cracking of ice
First there is nothing
Then the farmer's making a fire
Doesn't know what he's doing or is he just
Keeping idleness aside
I'm riding on this feeling
And the scenery's passing the sights
Sure that I'm missing every second word But it's alright,
read it tomorrow
It won't be that
easily ignored No,
it won't be that easily ignored
Morning
Caught in dualism like ice on a branch
One day melting down the same night it freezes over
Somebody does something like making a mold of sand
Pouring in the iron
Then you have a church bell And it's talking at me
And it's breaking up the sky
And I'm riding on this feeling
And the scenery's passing the sights
Sure that I'm missing every second word
But it's alright,
read it tomorrow And it won't be that easily ignored
No, it won't be that easily ignored
In the morning
No, I won't wait Wait for the perfect one
I'll write anything You take me through tonight
Pay you back tomorrow I'll pay what I owe
And I'm riding on this feeling And the scenery's passing the sights
Sure that I'm missing every second word But it's alright,
read it tomorrow
And it won't be that
easily ignored No,
it won't be that easily ignored