EverythingnBecomes nothing againnEverythingnIs someone else’s endingnEverythingnBecomes nothing againnnWe follow signals and portentsnThey are celestial accidentsnThat make no sensennEvery timenYou start looking for signsnEvery timenYou think there’s a reason whynYou keep tryingnBut there’s nothing to findnnWe follow signals and portentsnThey are celestial accidentsnThat make no sensennWe look for depth in a wellnA pearl in its shellnA face behind a veilnnWe follow signals and portentsnThey are celestial accidentsnThat make no sensennI runnFrom the truth that makes me saynWhy should I bother anywaynnEverythingnBecomes nothing again