Nothing

First there was nothing

Till i created the word

First there was nothing

And nothing was good

Nothing is moving

Nothing is moving

Nothing was heard



And who am i anyway

If i don't have a name

If moving is nothing

And nothing is shame

Nothing is moving

Nothing is moving

Nothing's the same



And the word is me

And i am the word

My mind is free

Like a beautiful bird

And the terms of love

And the germs of hate

Nothing is waiting

Nothing is waiting



First there was darkness

Till i created the night

First there was darkness

And darkness was right

Darkness is moving

Darkness is moving

Into light



And the word is me

And i am the word

My mind is free

Like a beautiful bird

And the terms of love

And the germs of hate

Nothing is waiting



First there was darkness

Till i created the night

First there was darkness

And darkness was right

Darkness is moving

Into light