there's a hole in the wall, where your belongings should be, and I can't see where else they're- supposed to be, but everything comes, and goes so fast, i don't remember what the hell i happened to mourn last, time.. are you worried (don't be) oh are you worried (for me?) perhaps i should be time's stopped making sense to me, (perhaps i should be) every motion goes slow, you should know, gotta go, put on a show, laugh and smile, all the time, greet, unwind, faking kind, without letting anyone know what's going on in my mind, all the stress, it takes to impress, i guess, makes me regress, more pain than less, no one can hear what i say, but i'm okay, yeah, i'm okay, i have to say, sir, what day is it today? are you worried (don't be) oh are you worried (for me?) perhaps i should be time's stopped making sense to me, (perhaps i should be) time, will, tell, yeah time will tell, time's stopped making sense to me, --------------------------------------------- INFO BLURB --------------------------------------------- Been working on this one, (and some of the follow-ups), for a while. I'm thinking this is the new album I'll be working on for the next few months, with a weird folk-fusion kind of sound to it. I know this is a bit more avant-garde than my jazz album was, but I just wanna make something unique and strange..