Nothing کے بول

Nothing's ensconced Nothing's entrenched Nothing's entangled, or twisted, or wrenched Everything smoothly flows right through my head What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead Tunnels and channels and chasms and rifts Shiny split steams and unclimbable clifts I see you there ever so slowly being drawn to the sea As if by some signal that's unheard by me I stand on a feature, the sheet of blue stone Then for one instant I'm not quite alone Your hand is extended but then you rescind And you, like my thoughts, are blown off by the wind Nothing's ensconced Nothing's entrenched Nothing's entangled, or twisted, or wrenched Everything smoothly flows right through my head What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead Nothing's ensconced Nothing's entrenched Nothing's entangled, or twisted, or wrenched Everything smoothly flows right through my head What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead