Blank page morning

Ceiling fan slow-spin

Thoughts say nothing

Still they wander in

Half-formed sentences

Drift

Then disappear

I watch the dust float

Forget why I’m here

We’re talking ‘bout nothing at all

Just breathing and letting it fall

Every word dissolves in the air

We’re lying in vaporware air

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Still I wanna answer your call

If it means that I get to be there

Doing nothing in vaporware air

You trace a circle

On my sweater sleeve

Ask me a question

Then you just leave it be (mmm)

Clock hands melting

Into soft

Slow waves

I think of everything

Then let it all fade

We’re talking ‘bout nothing at all

Just breathing and letting it fall

Every word dissolves in the air

We’re lying in vaporware air

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Still I wanna answer your call

If it means that I get to be there

Doing nothing in vaporware air

[Outro, tremolo gliding guitars and synth.