Nothing left

The Primitives

Compositor: P.J. Court / Steve Dullaghan

crawling round my room on a wasted afternoon
passing time away with dreams, it's so cozy and serene.
I'd like to scream
here's a door, step outside.

oh I could walk around till dark
count the flowers in the park
waste the hours until dark
I've got nothing left to say
the sun comes up then it slips away.

Repeat chorus

crawling round my room on a wasted afternoon
I've got nothing left left to say
the sun comes up then it slips away
I've got nothing left to say
the sun comes up for another day