Keane You Haven't Told Me Anything
In a pearl grey room one afternoon.
One afternoon, what you gonna do?
I hang on your words but there's nothing new.
You take a beautiful thing, pull off a wing.
Pull of a wing; safety pin.
It'll never shine quite as bright again.
But you havn't told me anything,
that I didn't already know.
No you havn't said a single thing,
that I didn't already know.
Everything I love's stuck in the mud.
Stuck in the mud, stuck in a rut.
I'm a piece in your puzzle or a paper cut.
So same time next week, kiss on the cheek,
kiss on the cheek; say after me:
"Everything's tied up nice and neat."
But you havn't told me anything,
that I didn't already know.
No you havn't sold me anything,
that I didn't already own.
I feel for you, I really do.
Nothing adds up like you want it to.
No words can mend this fix I'm in.
Give me your worst I won't even blink,
right between the eyes I won't feel a thing.
Because you havn't told me anything,
that I didn't already know.
No you havn't said a single thing,
that I didn't already know.
No you havn't told me anything...
No you havn't told me anything...
No you havn't told me anything...
No you havn't told me anything...
