Nothing
First there was nothing
Till I created the word
First there was nothing
And nothing was good
Nothing is moving
Nothing is moving
Nothing was heard
And who am I anyway
If I don' t have a name
If moving is nothing
And nothing is shame
Nothing is moving
Nothing is moving
Nothing' s the same
And the word is me
And I am the word
My mind is free
Like a beautiful bird
And the terms of love
And the germs of hate
Nothing is waiting
Nothing is waiting
First there was darkness
Till I created the night
First there was darkness
And darkness was right
Darkness is moving
Darkness is moving
Into light
And the word is me
And I am the word
My mind is free
Like a beautiful bird
And the terms of love
And the germs of hate
Nothing is waiting
First there was darkness
Till I created the night
First there was darkness
And darkness was right
Darkness is moving
Into light...