I can´t even concentrate on this
It´s overthought, anticipated
The pen ink is running dry
It´s been thrown to paper and wasted
Creativity has been blocked and overtasted
Maybe in time I´ll appreciate it

Hold on, hold on
We´ll be with you soon

These papers are stuck in this book
Until they´re torn out and pasted
To the inside of my memory
Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery
Where they can later be viewed and appreciated

Hold on, hold on
We´ll be with you soon
We´ll be with you

Longing for what has been lost
Longing for what hasn´t been obtained
It´s a small cost
We´ve got the past, lost the future, only now we wait

Hold on, hold on
We´ll be with you soon
We´ll be with you