Sometimes I'd hear a melody
A sound of what could be
And I now place myself down at your feet to suit your every whim
Oh the best part is that if I could go back and tell those lies
I'd do it all again, and again, and again, and again
It was not strength, it was not love
It was not passion, it's a drug
To feel a cavity of you, me, every mortal on this earth
Was I too weak? Was I too strong?
Was I the paradox of song?
Appearing headstrong publicly
Released in my soul in prophecy
I was not the first to live this life
I was not the first to hide my light
We're talking thousands of years
Of hidden dreams, and hidden rights
You gave your all, it wasn't enough
I gave my all, it wasn't enough
And now we're nothing
I am nothing at all
I am nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
I am but light, no aqua
I have no pretence, little faith
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
And from the sweetest candle nothing comes of everything we are
I hear an aching in the dark
I hear a memory of the box that I let you put me into
'Til I suffocate with the weight of my own dream
It was not right, it was not fair
You made it your business not to care
I do not think that you remember or indeed you ever will
I spare you to be weak
Commit the kind of crimes you seek
Seek the kind of crimes you do to prove the strength we could not give to you
Even our mothers of the school
Teaching us to hide our truth
To give up everything, yes everything for little in return
To feel the power of my whim
To shame the body that I'm in
To feel the vision of a life where I am equal to him
It's like the mode of a thousand years
Thickened every tear now
I released it, cleansed my vision
Shake off everything
I am nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
I am but light, no aqua
I have no pretense, little faith
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
And from the sweetest candle nothing comes of everything we are
You will write on this you note
To find your bliss is to find your flow
I saw this from outside
The permission to be alright
How could it ever come from you
Just as frightened as me too
This is a partnership with chic
To create a merger as us as two
And forced us desperately apart
To mend these sick and ugly hearts
And flood the daylight in
The clarity that surfaces as art
There are two chords there is a word
There is the power to be hood
There is the joy that is a choice
The privilege to wear my heart
I am nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
I am but light, no aqua
I have no pretense, little faith
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
And from the sweetest candle nothing comes of everything we are
