Nothing


           I wake and listen       I wake and listen
                to the ceiling       to the ceiling
         the room's asleep       the room's asleep
           and suns of red       her hair of red
       play distant games       plays lovely games
                upon my bed       upon my bed
           the table's empty       the table's empty
                 so's the chair       and the chairs
      walls are all scratched       walls are all soft
               nails need repair       our hands are pairs
         my sweetest dreams       my sweetest dream
            I built and cherish       I have and cherish
            they laugh at me       she smiles at me
  and they keep laughing       as we are touching
        they're all so deep       she's oh so pure
that they mean nothing       rest is nothing