Take what you've got, take comfort in that   Everything you know or seen will soon be a non existent dot   Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?   An illusion or delusion of grandeur      Half of what I say is bliss, the other half is meaningless   Comfortable lines, waiting for the clock to heal us   Lost and found but never touched, another beating heart is lost   Interesting lies, waiting for the clock to heal us      Alone in our rooms, miserable   A tornado or an owl, come back and isolate the balance   Nothing is real, your heart on your sleeve   Just another lie, transcend the pride, of the chemicals      Half of what I say is bliss, the other half is meaningless   Comfortable lines, waiting for the clock to heal us   Lost and found but never touched, another beating heart is lost   Interesting lies, waiting for the clock to heal us      Take your time, nothingness is something   And something is nothing   Take your time, nothingness is something   And something is nothing and nothing is nothing      Half of what I say is bliss, the other half is meaningless   Comfortable lines, waiting for the clock to heal us   Lost and found but never touched, another beating heart is lost   Interesting lies, waiting for the clock to heal us      Half of what I say is bliss, the other half is meaningless   Comfortable lines, waiting for the clock to heal us   Lost and found but never touched, another beating heart is lost   Interesting lies, waiting for the clock to heal us