A Fine Collection of Nothing
That's a fine collection of nothing
Said the whisper to the wind
And the wind spent the night in nowhere
And blew away again
And that's a fine furry feeling
Flying floating forwards towards freedom
That's a fine collection of nothing
Said the whisper to the breeze
And they languished in the moonlight
And sang their song among the trees
And that's a fine furry feeling
Flying floating forwards towards freedom
That's a fine collection of nothing
Said the whisper to the night
And the world spun through the universe
And sailed away out of sight
And that's a fine furry feeling
Flying floating forwards towards freedom
