Nothing - Steve Walsh

Scented candlelight down perfumed halls

Marble fireplace, stoked and warm

Rare, exotic art, majestic walls

But without you I’ve got nothing

Seasoned caviar and silver spoon

Persian incense from Siam

But the shadows haunting every room

Remind me I’ve got nothing

I suppose when melancholy creeps

Under quilts all lined in silk

It will be of no use counting sheep

I’m alone and I’ve got nothing

There’s a single key that fits these chains

A single sword that fights back fear

Throw the book of Job out in the rain

'Cause without you I’ve got nothing

Without you I am nothing