There’s no time left for your questions
And no explanation will satisfy
There’s no time left to question why
Do they have to die?
But if you fill my cup
Well I will drink it down
Don’t bother looking up
There’s nothing to be found
To be found, to be found
There’s nothing to be found
Do you believe in what you see?
You ever known freedom
Or is it just a story?
Is it just a story?
There’s no means left for detection
And no diagnosis will dignify
There’s no time left to question why
Do we have to die?
And if you fill my cup
Yeah I will drink it down
Don’t bother looking up
There’s nothing to be found
To be found, to be found
Do you believe in what you see?
You ever known freedom
Or is it just a story?
Is it just a story we tell?
There’s only vague recollections
The meaning dissolves with a fading sigh
There’s no one left to question why
Did we have to die?
But come on fill my cup
And I will drink it down
Don’t bother looking up
There’s nothing to be found
There’s nothing to be found
There’s nothing to be found
There’s nothing
Do you believe in what you see?
You ever known freedom
Or is it just a story?
Is it just a story we tell?
credits
from Out Damned Spot,
released December 12, 2012
Recorded by Andrew Tavis and Chris Fletcher at Coast Recorders, San Francisco, CA. Mixed by Sebastien Richard and Andrew Tavis at the Mission Street Recording Company, San Francisco, CA.