Being Songtext
von John Condit

It came to the time
Where there was nothing to say
It was a beautiful day
The sun divided in between two skies
Staring at me with kaleidoscope eyes
And through the center of the planes was a familiar face
Out of the discourse of my dismay
I spaced


Hey, tell me what you′re thinking
I'm being, nothing more
Why? There′s no answer
Not thinking, just being
Not thinking, just being
Just being, nothing more

I stood up straight
In my natural state, I reached for your hand
But you wouldn't lend
I thought I called you a friend
But you deceive
Going down a road that you've stitched out of lies
I don′t know where you expect to survive

Hey, tell me what you′re thinking
I'm being, nothing more
Why? There′s no answer
Not thinking, just being
Not thinking, just being
Just being. Nothing more