He tries to believe it comes inside,
Why it's always in a dream,
We can talk and we can believe
Nothing in the story match to
It's time to look down on me,
He waits, broken on the floor
Why he's always in a dream
We can talk and we can be
I wonder why I feel nothing in the
Pictures and lies on the wall
Misty flowers on the coast were
Nothing couldn't be so real
I would kiss you in the back
Like I did her without a scream
You would offer me your eyes
Without nothing, you and me
Without nothing, you and me
Without nothing, you and me
We can talk and we can breathe
Without nothing, you and me
I'm wondering what I'd feel
Without nothing you wouldn't speak
It's dull and much too real