Lyrics Nothing at All - tweaker

Nothing at All

I drag my feet on the wet sand
I learn to speak like a real man
As the sea birds circle and cry
The ship docks at a port in my mind
And then there is nothing
And then there is nothing
And then there is nothing
And then there is nothing
Don’t cry
Don’t feel
I can’t die because I don’t think that death’s real
It’s good
It’s yours
Everything you love will bleed and run its course
I’ve never learned to dance or feel psychic pain
I’ve blistered in the sun in my own self-esteem
As the waves washed over my feet
I could hear the gulf
And then there is nothing
There’s nothing at all
Don’t cry
Don’t feel
I can’t die because I don’t think that death’s real
It’s good
It’s yours
Everything you love will bleed and run its course
my world disappears
Don’t cry
Don’t feel
I can’t die because I don’t think that death’s real
It’s good
It’s yours
Everything you love will bleed and run its course
Don’t cry
Don’t feel
I can’t sleep because I don’t think this dream’s real
It’s good
It’s yours
Everyone you love will bleed and will wash ashore
Don’t cry
Don’t feel
I won’t die because I don’t think that death’s real
It’s good
It’s yours
Everyone you love will bleed and run its course