What's the point of pen on paper
When there's nothing new to mention?
Brackish waters
Murky memories
Won't attract a God's attention
Lying logophile
A songbird
When I'm nothing but a raven
An imposter someone stop her
Bring some divine intervention

Why am I so self-important
That I think you'll want to see me?
Flesh and bone and sound and drone
Monotony embodied
Want a unique thought?
There are none
My ideas are fragile copies
Let me drop my pen and sleep again
Amongst my anxious volley

So what do I say?
What do I say?
What do I say
When there's nothing to

Give me something for my apathy
I'm done with empty clinging
Where's the cure?
Oh, where's the remedy?
Let me start from the beginning
Speak my words a little louder
Maybe then they'll have some meaning
'Cause what's the point if all my noise
Is hollow sounds and ringing?

I'm squeezing blood from stones
I'm praying to the muses on their thrones
I'm running until all that's left is bones
With nothing else to show

So what do I say?
Oh, what do I say?
What do I say?
When there's nothing to

I'm a ship lost in the cold
And I don't know the way to go
Been around these parts and seas before
But can't recall the way to shore