Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Are Nothing, artist - Timo Maas. Album song Loud, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 03.03.2002
Record label: A & E
Song language: English
We Are Nothing |
I’m a believer |
Well, that’s not strictly true |
I’m more of a make-believer |
But it sort of adds up to the same thing |
Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a universal truth, |
and my hopes lie like litter in the open road for everybody to drive through |
Teetering on the swarf, my physical limitations dwarfed just by the wonder of |
living |
Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of life |
And now, being what I want to be, catches up so fast with me |
I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself |
And now, nothing is a problem |
My mouth is dry from the heat of endless possible futures, the sweet promise of |
tomorrow is quenching my thirst |
All we need to do now, is cheat death, for as long as we can |
So that when the day finally comes, we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets |
and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen, |
to make sure we have left nothing behind |
We are nothing |
We are nothing |
We are nothing |
But I |
I’m a believer |
Well, that’s not strictly true |
I’m more of a make-believer |
But it sort of adds up to the same thing |
Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a universal truth, |
and my hopes lie like litter in the open road for everybody to drive through |
Teetering on the swarf, my physical limitations dwarfed just by the wonder of |
living |
Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of life |
And now, being what I want to be, catches up so fast with me |
I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself |
And now, nothing is a problem |
My mouth is dry from the heat of endless possible futures, the sweet promise of |
tomorrow is quenching my thirst |
All we need to do now, is cheat death, for as long as we can |
So that when the day finally comes, we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets |
and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen, |
to make sure we have left nothing behind |
We are nothing |
We are nothing |
We are nothing other than that that we give away for free, and we are nothing |
but the sum of our parts |