What We Had - Handsome Furs

It’s cold, a plain diamond

Nobody’s here, just empty space

It’s all moving, breathing

Stuck to the ceiling, don’t mean a thing

And what we had don’t mean a thing

And what we had is already gone

It’s all a plain diamond

Nobody’s here, just empty space

And all our eyes are saucered to see

As if hands might float right down from above and change this place

Nobody here, don’t mean a thing

I sit outside with the rain now and time rolls slow

I sit outside with the rain and time rolls slow

But they may never shut off

But they may never shut off