Nothing At All

All this tenderness has come to nothing

All that we require is being rearranged

I've no wish to look to the future

For my expectations will no doubt be changed

 

Just rolling along on the rest of the waves

My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed

Poisoned pens in invisible paper

Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists

 

What is the chance of us living

Some of our simplest dreams

Are all the structures we build here

Really as frail as they seem

 

The dying are the lovers of this modern world

The power and the glory survives

With radioactive bargaining

And the valueness of our lives

 

My turn to crumble

My turn to fall

From so very humble

To nothing at all