I got an empty piece of paper I'm chasing inspiration in an empty space Then in that space I start to see simple elucidation And my creation staring back at me
Voice of Indigo:
\"...I could paint in the nothingness by simply moving my hand around. I could think of a colour and there it would be. Using my finger as a paintbrush I could paint all kinds of things. I painted trees and flowers and birds and animals and bees and rainbows and clouds. And everything I painted came to life as soon as I'd finished.
It was amazing.
I started to get into it. I spent hours…days…who knows how long I spent but I made everything just how I'd like it to be in my ideal world. There was no pollution, no busy streets, no cars rushing about.
I made it absolutely perfect and being from my mind I felt sure that I could make this place last forever and I could live here making everything exactly as I wanted it to be.\"
I got an empty piece of paper I'm chasing inspiration in an empty space In that space I start to see Simple elucidation And my creation staring back at me
Searching my expression Looking for direction and a starting place Standing there in front of me Dancing hallucinations And my creation, there for all to see Striving for perfection To make a big impression on a waiting world Everything I want to be Mutual appreciation For my creation and all that it could be