I can't even concentrate on this 
It's overthought, anticipated 
The pen ink [bad word] dry 
It's been thrown to paper and wasted 
Creativity has been blocked and overtasted 
Maybe in time I'll appreciate it 

Hold on, hold on 
We'll be with you soon 

These papers are stuck in this book 
Until they're torn out and pasted 
To the inside of my memory
Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery 
Where they can later be viewed and appreciated 

Hold on, hold on 
We'll be with you soon 
We'll be with you 

Longing for what has been lost 
Longing for what hasn't been obtained
It's a small cost 
We've got the past, lost the future, only now we wait 

Hold on, hold on 
We'll be with you soon 
We'll be with you