Nothing – Editors – letras

The sun said nothingAbout my demiseMy fall to the floorSparks from your stareCascade into mineStarted a warStarted a warMonday morningHungover, red eyesHide it all the wayWe walk through a crowd of strangersTwo minutes from your doorYou lived there all your lifeEvery conversation within youStarts a celebration in meTill I got nothing leftI got nothing leftOut of it you handle it for everyoneTake a poison dart to my heart and then I’m goneEvery conversation within youStarts a celebration in meTill I got nothing leftI got nothing leftThese floorboards creakingMy body’s oldThe sun casts a shadowAt dusk that cuts through your bonesYour body and soulEvery conversation within youStarts a celebration in meTill I got nothing leftI got nothing leftI got nothing leftI got nothing left