Lyrics:

I can't even concentrate on this It's overthought, anticipated The pen ink is running dry It's been thrown to paper and wasted Creativity has been blocked and overtasted Maybe in time I'll appreciate it Hold on, hold on We'll be with you soon These papers are stuck in this book Until they're torn out and pasted To the inside of my memory Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery Where they can later be viewed and appreciated Hold on, hold on We'll be with you soon We'll be with you Longing for what has been lost Longing for what hasn't been obtained It's a small cost We've got the past, lost the future, only now we wait Hold on, hold on We'll be with you soon We'll be with you