Nothing is really believed
as the electric words roll
the stinging nettles crackle
winds ask for nothing
nothing at all
horrors with darts in magazines
undressed thugs with tears
that old smell of trees
jeering children running
nothing at all
oh yep dear
nothing at all indeed
nothing to hide that
can not be found
all exposed in cold winds
and faraway friends
nothing left but
nothing at all.
