Текст песни 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