An empty paper in front of me and the pen that is supposed be the link between my thoughts and the written word I always believed that I could write about anything But I am always wrong somehow Wrong somehow And I can't find a way To release the poetry I hide In the closet deep inside And Why do you hear these words When I have nothing to say I am only trying to complete this song So you can see See that i don't know That i don't know the way to find the words I'm given time Time to find a rhyme But all I do is write these empty lines Though I wish that i could.... [Music and lyrics written by Dan Swano.] [Dan Swano: Lead Vocals, All guitars, Upright Piano, Bass, E-bow] [Benny Larsson: Drums] [Anders Mareby: Cello]