Testo di A Fine Collection of Nothing

That's a fine collection of nothing Said the whisper to the wind And the wind spent the night in nowhere And blew away again And that's a fine furry feeling Flying floating forwards towards freedom That's a fine collection of nothing Said the whisper to the breeze And they languished in the moonlight And sang their song among the trees And that's a fine furry feeling Flying floating forwards towards freedom That's a fine collection of nothing Said the whisper to the night And the world spun through the universe And sailed away out of sight And that's a fine furry feeling Flying floating forwards towards freedom