Bring that back around Let it be, let it be A white canvas or another white page I can't stand this Creativity lack for days Mentally abstracting Comfortable with sublime It's meant to be exact The only thing exact is time Shading in the grey Erasing away the day Shadows from the darkness start to carry me away So I grab my six Art Sense Spark up on a park bench Contemplate what Sarte says History for hard heads I'm just scribbling times when I'm givin in forgiven when images mirror worlds that I'm livin' in I'm just scribbling I'm just scribbling