The balance of my mind is disturbed
There's a feather on the scales of the one who sails me home
I can say nothing
Wending through the wonder of the one
Two can play that game, and some go deeper than the call
That comes from nothing
I am I am I am I am ... nothing
East of west I searched without, within
The moment of my doubting took the sums I'd paid you out
Into nothing
For any shade of peace I'd paint this in
Out has subtle meaning hidden in the brazen sun
Shining at nothing
Dim the darkness of the weary way
Lay me in the purest stuff; It all comes down to
Waiting for nothing
I am I am I am I am ... nothing
Though they say that victory will come to those who hold their ground
I know that any ground I've held has been another's
I've been port outward, starboard home
But still the water flows to wider seas and drinks me empty