Nothing'll - Smidley

Late in the tame of a crows nest

Picking at straws

Stirring your drink and my thought

Lo, that it end where it start

But I would drink everything

From under the sink tonight

I think you’d let me

I think you’d think it would keep us on

But nothing will

Keep us together

Keep us together

Keep us together

But nothing will

Keep us together

Keep us together

Keep us together

Dosed deep down in the wormhole in your eyes

Fist to my forehead

I’m throwing up in two rooms at a time

Pray to be sour paper on your tongue

Pray to be swallowed

Pray that something will keep us on

But nothing will

Keep us together

Keep us together

Keep us together

But nothing will

Keep us together

Keep us together

Keep us together