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 find myself 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 find myself 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 disrupters 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 admit That I’m just too soft for all of it Ooh
They said the end is coming Everyone’s up to something I find myself 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 find myself 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