Lyrics Sweet Nothings - Haydn Conniff

I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly
A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket, we almost forgot it
Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

On the way home, I wrote a poem
You say, "What a mind," this happens all the time

'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors
And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"
To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something