Making sense of nothing much Making sense of worth Trace it all back to the start Let’s go back to birth There’s no footage anywhere Words are all they give I know I'm a lucky one Got nothing to forgive But I find comfort In nothing else but you I don’t mean to Put this all on you Hell flame under Sun and Moon Lifeless little shell There’s no space inside the womb It’s ok to yell I find comfort In nothing else but you I don’t mean to Put this all on you I’ll try to find Something else to do It’s not fair to Put this all on you