I've been trying to find it
Something to make me search again
And something to keep my pen lit
And I don't know how I'll keep moving
Without a ball and chain
And nothing worth proving

That's still my foolish thinking
That there's nothing worth finding anymore
After a no that left my ears ringing
Why am I so incurious about my life?

Your love once wrote symphonies
But now write a microtonal soundscape
No room for any epiphanies
No room for any escape
Only the basking in
The un enjoyment

That's still my foolish thinking
That there's nothing worth finding anymore
After a no that left my ears ringing
Why am I so incurious about my life?

And you came back