Wild Pink Nothing To Show
Watching the ghosts attack alone
Your Camaro and ghost destroys the home
I wasn't patient for the cold
Now it looks like it gonna's snow
And there's nothing, nothing, nothing to show
Nothing, nothing, nothing to show
I eat an apple in the shade
Of a tree that rose through velvet raised
And I took to ? parkway
And then washed my hands with hidden cleanse
There was nothing, nothing, nothing to show
Nothing, nothing, nothing to show
Progress in another town
Making plans to [?]
[?] for some tolerance
Lie to yourself and call it in
You got nothing, nothing, nothing to show
Nothing, nothing, nothing to show
