Editors - Nothing (acoustic@Giel) | Текст песни

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The sun said nothing
About my demise,
My fall to the floor.

Sparks from your stare
Cascade into mine,
Started a war,
Started a war.

Monday mornings,
Hungover, red eyes,
Hide it all the way.

We walk through a crowd of strangers,
Two minutes from your door,
You lived there all your life.

Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till I got nothing left,
I got nothing left.

Out of it you handle it for everyone,
Take a poison dart into my heart and then I'm done.

Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till I got nothing left,
I got nothing left.

These floorboards creaking
My body's old,
The sun casts a shadow
At dusk that cuts through your bones,
Your body and soul.

Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till I got nothing left,
I got nothing left.

Now I got nothing left,
I got nothing left.