Editors - Nothing
The sun says nothing
By my demise
I fall to the floor
Sparked from your stare
Cascade into light
The start of a war
Monday morning
Hungover and eyes
Hide it all the way
We walk through a crowd of strangers
Two minutes from your door
You?ve lived there all your life
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till i?ve got nothing left
I?ve got nothing left
Out of it you handle it for everyone
Took a poison dart through my heart and then i?m gone
Out of it you handle it for everyone
Took a poison dart through my heart and then i?m gone
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till i?ve got nothing left
I?ve got nothing left
These floorboards are creaking
My body is old
The sun casts a shadow
A gust that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul
These floorboards are creaking
My body is old
The sun casts a shadow
A gust that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul
Every conversation within you
It starts a celebration in me
Till i?ve got nothing left
I?ve got nothing left
I?ve got nothing left
I?ve got nothing left
No, i?ve got nothing left
I?ve got nothing left
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