Nothing کے بول

Hey, momma, when you leave Don't leave a thing behind I don't want nothing Can't use nothing Take care into the hole And if you see my friend Tell him I'm fine My ears are nothing Almost ran down my eyes And through my ears down to the floor I didn't see nothing I didn't hear nothing I stood there like a block of stone Knowing all I had to know And nothing more There is nothing This love is the troubled sort Locked into each others arms And you better pray That they never find you 'Cause you're back and stronger now The burden's double fold And crush you down Down into nothing Being born is going blind Bow down a thousand times Echo strong A pure temptation Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things Beyond our words That are worth remembering Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things Beyond our words That are worth remembering