Winterville Nothing
What more can I sayTo keep you up
What more can I give
I can't give enough
What more can I beg
What more can I steal
To show you these things inside are real
I, I owe nothing
I'm, lacking something
And she'll never know the lengths I would go to change
I, I owe nothing, nothing to you
Too flat on my back
To make some kind of stand
Too tied up in chains
Tied by my own hands
I've got nothing to live for
Nothing good enough to die for
Nothing to hold my head up high
I, I owe nothing
I'm, lacking something
And she'll never know the lengths I would go to change
I, I owe nothing, nothing to you
