When you’re looking for nothing
And you find nothing
And nothing
Turns out as planned
When you’re looking for something In the palm of your hand
It dis– appears
Before your very eyes
When you’re looking for nothing
And you find
Nothing is more beautiful
Than anything you ever knew
When you’re looking for something
That you know is through
It’s like it flies away
Before your very eyes
Nothing is more beautiful
Knock knock
Did you say who you come for?
