Nothing (Nick McCarthy) - Zoé

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)