Nothing (Nick McCarthy)

Transfusion, my purest magic for the heart
Honey mascara, to correct sadness.
Mental tattoo to mark ones imagination
Drinks of light, to cheer up ones life.
Television, to drop out from the broadcast
Sexual revolver, to play Russian roulette.
And I don’t know about you, or what you’ll say
but there is nothing much to think about
Darkness stalks me incredulous.
Nothing I can lose,
Nothing that I couldn’t do,
Something to relieve you
Something that’ll cure me.
Nothing I can lose,
Nothing that I couldn’t do,
Something to relieve you
Something that’ll cure me.
Transfusion, my purest magic for the heart
Honey mascara, to correct sadness.
Television, to drop out from the broadcast
Sexual revolver, to play Russian roulette.
And I don’t know about you, or what you’ll say
but there is nothing much to think about
Darkness stalks me incredulous.
Nothing I can lose,
Nothing that I couldn’t do,
Something to relieve you
Something that’ll cure me.
Nothing I can lose,
Nothing that I couldn’t do,
Something to relieve you
Something that’ll cure me.
(There's nothing I can lose
That I couldn’t do, that I couldn’t love, that I can dream)