Editors - Nothing

The sun says nothing
By my demise
I fall to the floor

Sparked from your stare
Cascade into light
The start of a war

Monday morning
Hungover and eyes
Hide it all the way

We walk through a crowd of strangers
Two minutes from your door
You’ve lived there all your life

Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till i’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left

Out of it you handle it for everyone
Took a poison dart through my heart and then i’m gone
Out of it you handle it for everyone
Took a poison dart through my heart and then i’m gone

Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till i’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left

These floorboards are creaking
My body is old
The sun casts a shadow
A gust that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul

These floorboards are creaking
My body is old
The sun casts a shadow
A gust that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul

Every conversation within you
It starts a celebration in me
Till i’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left

I’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left
No, i’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left