“It's not about the vision

It's an image, and it’s like having a boat”

Beautiful and cold

And you cried back at them

Until there was nothing left to pour

Until there was nothing left to pour

Even though you're mild and soft

Your mouth was dry

And you could never say

What you had to say

So you just said:

“It's not about the vision

It's about distributing the vision

It's an image, and it's like having a boat”

How can I be

When you keep following me

It's not about me

When you keep trying me out, out, out

Why can't it be pleased

With the sheer force of human being

What could I mean

When you keep undermining me, me, me

How can I be light

When you keep me in a black jar

When you keep me