| 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 |