Nothing - Editors

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 morning

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 to my heart and then I’m gone

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

I got nothing left

I got nothing left