Monument (To Nothing) This era, this music, this scene Our great monument to nothing This glory, this sweat, this play Makes no difference what we say For every man stands a ghost For every ghost stands a star For every star stands a thought And these accumulate somewhere If God is the personification Of the total of man's thought Then I must be the reflection Of all you have fought This era, this music, this scene Our great monument to nothing This glory, this sweat, this play Makes no difference what we say Look into a place that you dare not look You'll find me staring back at you A perfect reflection Your mirror Your representative I am you Here we stand all as one Nothing said as we are done But no matter what we do We're together, me and you