Sweet 75 - Nothing video free download

12th song from their only & self-titled album, released in 1997.

Lyrics:

Flowers made of bread

I never thought

You'd be the one

To choke me in my bed

Now there's cotton

Up your nose

How are you supposed

To breathe on your own

I never wanted

To take the last ride

I never wanted

To see your last smile

And now you

Say nothing you say nothing

Say nothing hear everything

Little dog could climb

A tree

And get away from all

This insanity

It could climb

Up on the roof

And get a bird's eye view

Of everything

Watch the child across

The street

She doesn't really have a

Name, they call her girl

While standing in my soup

I never really understood

Why my feet stayed wet

When I was nine years old

All the pictures

On the walls

Were your match boxes

The last ride was short

And your last smile

Was sick and crooked