paroles de chanson Nothing So Great - Evy Jane

Crumpled cotton bed
And aching white lace
Pigeon winged Lucy
With a smile
On her face
Cavernous cut
And the weeping harpoon
Fearing a man
In the dust of the moon

Nightmare city,
I′ve been walking in circles for days
I stare at my fingernails
And I assume that it's all a phase

My crumbled cotton bed
Oh my
My crumbled cotton bed

NOTHING SO GREAT, to be afraid of
NOTHING SO GREAT, NOTHING SO GREAT

The scabs of old
Are what we′re made of
Nothing so great, nothing so great

I asked you before,
And you told me the same
You said child
Nothing's so great
To take your name,
Your name