Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Nothing Song, artist - Fuchsia. Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Song language: English
The Nothing Song |
| Call this the nothing song, the nothing man am I |
| I dream of bowler-hatted men in clear blue skies |
| Sweet rain falling up instead of falling down |
| Make something of me if you will or turn around. |
| Cry die, dance tonight, |
| What’s yours is mine is yours by right |
| Call them the nothing men, the nothing words are theirs |
| They like Sunday hats and walk about in pairs |
| I’d like to be discreet, just in one sense of course |
| Or out with a lady doing a Viennese waltz. |
| I agree we never see the sense |
| We laugh at them as mother pours the tea |
| On Saturdays I wear my Sunday best |
| On Sundays stay in bed till two or three. |
| Song of the morning is ours at the sunrise. |
| Dream, floating on a silver shoes out across candlewick skies. |
| Clean light washing the sleep from our eyes, our eyes. |
| She is nothing girl he a nothing man |
| They go out for walks but never find the time |
| We play another song but for a choir |
| Led by a briarwood flute played by a Jesuit friar. |
| I agree we never see the sense |
| We laugh at them as mother pours the tea |
| I’m quite austere for one of my degree |
| But does the hatter really laugh with me? |