Nothing To Have lyrics
An uncanny sweetness seeps in through
A black speaker into me and
you,
Chasing the dust out of the things we wear.
We walked out of
the dusk into the light
Of the promenade, side by side.
Throwing stones
into a fading day...
WE ARE SORTED OUT,
IT MAKES ME ILL.
I WANT
TO BURN, I WANT TO FEEL
THERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,
SOMETHING TO
HAVE.
There is a curious glow that radiates calm.
It's in the
waves, it's in the dawn.
It's in the cars crushed into squares of
scrap.
Finding shy creatures under the stones.
It's all part of
the place called home.
Can this be true, can such things be?
WE
ARE SORTED OUT,
IT MAKES ME ILL.
I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO
FEEL
THERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,
SOMETHING TO HAVE.
THERE
WERE LOVED ONES,
MACHINES THAT CLICK.
THE END IS BITTER AND NOT AT ALL
QUICK.
THERE IS NOWHERE TO GET TO,
NOTHING TO HAVE.
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