NOTHING AT ALL
There's a sound out there
Pulls me everywhere.
A twisted cry from the bold
That makes my blood run cold.
So maybe I should see the bigger picture.
So maybe I should talk the talk.
So maybe I should play by the rule's you've written.
And just be a part of it all.
But that noise you make is just lost in the squall
A whole lot of something
That means nothing at all.
A little piece of loving
Seems as everything now
Great big pile of everything
Seems like nothing at all.
So feel the kiss of a butterflies wing
Taste the tear in open sea
Hear hope of each distant dream...
I've felt them all.
So maybe you'll crush another innocent.
So maybe you'll poison another shore.
So maybe you'll kill another dreamer.
But I'm just had enough of it all.
Where do you get off
Pushing forward this great wall.
'Cause you talk so high
That noise is lost in the squall.
A whole lot everything
That seems like nothing at all.
Dedicated to my old friend and lover Graham Bushell...aka Bushie (the best of time and...)
Breaking contradictions in his mind was, to him, like walking through a winter forest snapping twigs underfoot.