Nothing

Sometimes I'd hear a melody
A sound of what could be
Had I not placed myself down at your feet to suit your every whim
Oh, the best part is that if I
Could go back and tell those lies
I'd do it all again, and again, and again, and again

It was not strength, it was not love
It was not passion, it's a drug
To fill a cavity of you, me, every mortal on this earth
Was I too weak? Was I too strong?
Was I the paradox of song?
Appearing headstrong publicly
Submit my soul in privacy

Was not the first to live this life
Was not the first to hide my light
We're talking thousands of years
Of hidden dreams, and hidden rights
You gave your all, it wasn't enough
I gave my all, it wasn't enough
Well, now we're nothing
I am nothing at all

I am nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
I am but light, no accolade
I have no pretense, little faith
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
And from the sweetest kind of nothing comes the very thing we are

I hear an aching in the dark
I hear a memory of the box that I let you put me into
'Til I suffocated with the weight of my own dream
It was not right, it was not fair
You made it your business not to care
I do not think that you remember or indeed you ever will

Us who bear you to be weak
Commit the kind of crimes you seek
Seek the kind of crimes you do to prove the strength we could not give to you
Even our mothers of the school
Teaching us to hide our truth
To give up everything, yes everything for little in return

To fear the power of my will
To shame the body that I'm in
To fear the vision of a life where I am equal to him
It's like the mud of a thousand years
Thickened every tear
Now I release it, cleanse my vision
Shake off everything

I am nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
I am but light, no accolade
I have no pretense, little faith
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
And from the sweetest kind of nothing come the very thing we

You were right on this, you know
To find your bliss is to find your flow
Always I sought this from outside
The permission to be alright
How could it ever come from you?
Just as frightened as me too
This is a partnership with
She, creator, merges us as two

Then forced us desperately apart
To mend these sick and ugly hearts
And flood the daylight in
The clarity that surfaces as art
There are two chords, there is a word
There is the power to be heard
There is the joy, there is the choice
And privilege to wear my heart

I am nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
I am but light, no accolade
I have no pretense, little faith
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
And from the sweetest kind of nothing comes the very thing we are

Nothing, nothing at all
I am nothing, nothing at all
I am but light, no accolade
I have no pretense, little faith
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
And from the sweetest kind of nothing comes everything we are