There's an eyelash on the bed
I don’t remember what was said
But it was something, it was something, it was something

Sunday morning rain, she started to cry
Said that she was ready to die
Like it was nothing, it was nothing, it was nothing

Asked her who she was
In hopes to spark a cause
The tears kept falling, tears kept falling, tears kept falling

The confusion, an illusion or a hologram
I told her, I still wonder who I am
Is this my calling, is this my calling, is this my calling

I found peace in the paradox
That the thinker is the same as the thought
I have no answers, have no answers, have no answers