Evy Jane - Nothing So Great
Crumpled cotton bed
And aching white lace
Pigeon winged Lucy
With a smile on her face
Cavernous cut
And the weeping harpoon
Fearing a man
In the dust of the moon
Nightmare city
I've been walking in circles for days
I stare at my fingernails
And I assume that it's all a phase
My crumpled cotton bed
Oh my
My crumpled cotton bed
Nothing so great
To be afraid of
Nothing so great
Nothing so great
The scabs of old
Are what we're made of
Nothing so great
Nothing so great
I asked you before
And you told me the same
You said child
Nothing's so great
To take your name
And aching white lace
Pigeon winged Lucy
With a smile on her face
Cavernous cut
And the weeping harpoon
Fearing a man
In the dust of the moon
Nightmare city
I've been walking in circles for days
I stare at my fingernails
And I assume that it's all a phase
My crumpled cotton bed
Oh my
My crumpled cotton bed
Nothing so great
To be afraid of
Nothing so great
Nothing so great
The scabs of old
Are what we're made of
Nothing so great
Nothing so great
I asked you before
And you told me the same
You said child
Nothing's so great
To take your name
Crumpled cotton bed
And aching white lace
Pigeon winged Lucy
With a smile on her face
Cavernous cut
And the weeping harpoon
Fearing a man
In the dust of the moon
Nightmare city
I've been walking in circles for days
I stare at my fingernails
And I assume that it's all a phase
My crumpled cotton bed
Oh my
My crumpled cotton bed
Nothing so great
To be afraid of
Nothing so great
Nothing so great
The scabs of old
Are what we're made of
Nothing so great
Nothing so great
I asked you before
And you told me the same
You said child
Nothing's so great
To take your name
And aching white lace
Pigeon winged Lucy
With a smile on her face
Cavernous cut
And the weeping harpoon
Fearing a man
In the dust of the moon
Nightmare city
I've been walking in circles for days
I stare at my fingernails
And I assume that it's all a phase
My crumpled cotton bed
Oh my
My crumpled cotton bed
Nothing so great
To be afraid of
Nothing so great
Nothing so great
The scabs of old
Are what we're made of
Nothing so great
Nothing so great
I asked you before
And you told me the same
You said child
Nothing's so great
To take your name
