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Cure, The - This Morning

Nothing left to feel

Nothing more to do

Nothing left to give

Nothing more in you

Nothing else to have or hold

Nothing left, but time to go

Time to go



Years go by

Didn't really say that much at all

And moments just fly

Didn't ever really touch at all

Weeks always run down

Didn't really get that close at all

And days, days fall out

Didn't ever really know at all



And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright

She stares at you for an hour

You stare into the light

for one last hour in the room

So mean and so white

I stare at her in this room as she stares into the night



Nothing left to feel

Nothing more to do

Nothing left to ask

Nothing more of you

Nothing else to share or show

Nothing left but time to go



In his eyes as we turn no eternity of life

In his eyes as we turn no infinity of why

In his eyes as we turn no beautiful goodbye



In his eyes as we turn... NOTHING BUT TEARS



In his eyes as we turn... NOTHING BUT TEARS



(Robert talks in a low voice:) I couldn't understand too much of what was being said, in a matter of minutes,

peacefully so slow, I had to think to breath, my heart burst, we moved in silence really slowly away from the world,

as we drove a strange silence, that moment, nothing will ever be the same, nothing will ever be the same, nothing

will ever be the same



Days fall out

Weeks always run down

Moments just fly

Weeks go by

And then were here

And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright

I stare at you for an hour

You stare into the light

For one last hour in the room so mean and so white

You stare at me in this room as I stare into the night



Nothing left to feel

Nothing more to do

Nothing more to take

Nothing more from you

Nothing else to need or know

There's nothing left at all...but time to go
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