With Nothing Much To Show of It
Let's hold in our breath
never to let go
cause it seems we've made a mess
with nothing much to show
When your plants could use a drink
to help them with their growing
That time I bathed you in the sink
well it's like your skin was glowing
When they drop the bomb
above the clouds and hover
The pillows tight between our legs
the pleasure undiscovered
So if you stay awake
I promise you a nickel
because the storm's about to break
yeah, the weather here is fickle
Let's hold in our breath
never to let go
cause it seems we've made a mess
with nothing much to show
with nothing much to show of it
with nothing much to show of it
with nothing much to show of it