They come and go.... They come and go...

Thoughts of the past,

thoughts of life -

-here they come at last-

cutting like a knife.

Here they come and go,

then you're empty,

you let it flow.

Here they come and go.

Thoughts of bitter tastes,

of the hate and haste.

Haste to keep it moving,

but instead of loving,

You just let them go...