Текст песни Joy of Nothing - Foy Vance

Waking up with the pouring rain
Same old sun and the sky again
Calling the doves and fighter planes
Sharing the sky like it's nothing strange

Falling silhouette on an evening sky
A morning greedy of babies' cry
And the same lonely night lullabies

Ooh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart

Ulysses and eulogies
Gainsborough, Gainsbourg, Socrates
All mean no light, everything

Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart

Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
Yes, I will hold it in my heart

Oh, the joy of nothing
Is a sweeter something

I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart