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