My mind wonders with no map   I have no route no point I daydream   My mind wonders with no map   And real life colours seem washed out   My eyes see things of a secret nature   I resist from trying to understand   I tear the pages of my past      To recall what you think you thought you wanted   Every yesterday is empty   And no tomorrow will hold   What you carry with yourself today   I carry with myself today   No route, no point, no map      My eyes see things of a secret nature   And I think if I find a word   I will unlock the past   As if a morning   Could wake up some side of me   That's plain and rich full and lovely and hidden   Plain and full of colours   'Cause I have all the words in me   Words I've never heard before   I try to pick up what sleeps   I try to pick up what slips through your mouth   And find that my own words are so dull and empty   I desist, I quit, I don't know   Answers to questions you   You make, you wait