I spy with my little tired eye Tiny as a firefly, a pebble That we picked up last July Down deep inside your pocket We almost forgot it Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes? Ooh, ooh
They said the end is coming Everyone’s up to something I found myself a-running home to your sweet nothings Outside they’re push and shoving You’re in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
On the way home I wrote a poem You say, “What a mind” This happens all the time Ooh, ooh
‘Cause they said the end is coming Everyone’s up to something I found myself a-running home to your sweet nothings Outside they’re push and shoving You’re in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was nothing
Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, “You should be doing more” To you, I can’t admit that I’m just too soft for all of it Ooh
They said the end is coming Everyone’s up to something I found myself a-running home to your sweet nothings Outside they’re push and shoving You’re in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing They said the end is coming (They said the end is coming) Everyone’s up to something (Everyone’s up to something) I found myself a-running home to your sweet nothings Outside they’re push and shoving (Outside they’re push and shoving) You’re in the kitchen humming (You’re in the kitchen humming) All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing