No Such Thing

Just beyond the broken stairs, under the tilted lights

Left of the corner store, right behind the dusty glass

You pick a couple flowers out, and stop by Bonita's grave

You whisper to her, and she can hear everything

Hey, don't you know, made a mistake, long ago

No such thing as nothing, no such thing as zero

It's another open door, elevators to the right

Take it up to the roof, wake me with quiet songs

Birds flying overhead, sun drop beneath the clouds

Floating with you again, floating with you again