Martha Do Nothing
You called in sick for work
Leaving some details unspoken
And spent the day in bed
'Cause your beating heart was broken
Paracetamol and Countdown
On mute on the TV
Thinking, 'Have I always been like this?'
The arithmetic repeats
Mulling over your achievements
Everything you haven't done
Chalking off another milestone
Close the curtains, set the sun
Never ever wanna ever wanna go outside
Pull that duvet close and tight
Just ignore the dying light
Count back to one
They say do whatever feels right
But nothing ever feels right
Weighing up the options
Do nothing, do nothing
Do nothing all day, when that song plays, your hands cover your face
Feels like nothing's ever gonna change
[Instrumental break]
Years ago, sat by the road
Waiting for the van to tow us home
I was cursing my old car
And you were looking at the stars and you said
“Everything is infinite but nothing is eternal.”
“Naive romantic shite,” I thought, until I wrote it in my journal
I won't ever claim to have an answer
I'm just hoping there's a chance that
When the darkness gets around to leaving
We can get together for an evening
I won't claim to have an answer
I'm just hoping there's a chance that
When the darkness gets around to leaving
We can get together for an evening
Nothing is eternal
Nothing is eternal
Everything is infinite
But nothing is eternal
Nothing is eternal
Nothing is eternal
Everything is infinite
But nothing is eternal
[Guitar Solo]
