Nothing

 

Apparently there's something in the fabric of the universe

That holds it all together without really being there.

It seems to be some missing part of quantum physics theory

And when some boffin finds it there'll be hats up in the air.

 

The reason I know all of this while really knowing nothing?

It was the subject of a podcast I downloaded on a plane

When I was leaving you behind, trying to block out the reality

That hits me now;

There's nothing that confirms when I will kiss your lips again.

 

Our knowledge and our power is best defined by what's not there

Which doesn't make it easier to crawl through one more day.

We know so very little of the threads which hold this world together

Guided by our instincts, wanting nothing but to find our way.

 

They'll work out what it is, one day, this "dark matter" that they seek

I don't think it'll change the way we gaze upon the stars.

My only hope is when they do we find out from a ping

That leaves your phone, and interrupts our kissing;

To me, compared to that, there is nothing.