flies
like birds on the floor
To night, like before
He tries to believe it comes inside,
through the walls
Why it's always in a dream,
nowhere
We can talk and we can believe
I am wondering why
I feel
Nothing in the story match to
me
It's time to look down on me,
to shine, to believe
He waits, broken on the floor
Tonight, like before
Why he's always in a dream
Nowhere
We can talk and we can be
I wonder why I feel nothing in the
story matched to real
Pictures and lies on the wall
Misty flowers on the coast were
like shadows in a dream
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
What's always in a dream
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
Without nothing you
Nothing speak
Nothing
Without nothing you
Nothing's free
Nothing's free