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