It's a young Friday night 
and I'm felt that to the brain 
with an old old feeling 
that can't be taught into all 
but maybe I'll let her of resignation 
if you'd frame and 
I left it burning on your wall 

She asks you what's wrong, 
you say nothing, it's nothing 
baby what's wrong 
you say nothing, it's nothing 

It's nothing at all, 
it's just a pressure with which you owe her 
it's really nothing at all 
it's just some dandruff on your shoulder
it's just that every moment cast a shadow 
a sadness of it's not being something else 
other than itself, other than itself 

She asks you what's wrong, 
you say nothing, it's nothing 
baby what's wrong 
you say nothing, it's nothing

(it's nothing)
(it's nothing)

It's nothing

(instrumental)

You say nothing, it's nothing 
You say nothing, it's nothing