Scented candlelight down perfumed halls Marble fireplace, stoked and warm Rare, exotic art, majestic walls But without you, I've got nothing Seasoned caviar and silver spoon Persian incense from Siam But the shadows haunting every room Remind me I've got nothing I suppose when melancholy creeps Under quilts all lined in silk It will be of no use counting sheep I'm alone and I've got nothing There's a single key that fits these chains A single sword that fights back fear Throw the book of job out in the rain 'Cause without you, I've got nothing Without you, I am nothing