With Nothing to Show of It Songtext
von Clem Snide

Let′s hold in our breath,
Never to let go of it.
'Cos it seems we′ve made a mess,
With nothing much to show of it.

And your plants could use a drink,
To help them with their growing.
That time I bathed you in the sink,
It's like your skin was glowing.


When they dropped the bomb,
Above the clouds we hovered.
With pillows tight between our legs,
The pleasure undiscovered.

So, if you stay awake,
I promise you a nickel.
Because the storm's about to break,
Yeah, the weather here is fickle.


Let′s hold in our breath,
Never to let go of it.
′Cos it seems we've made a mess,
With nothing much to show of it.
With nothing much to show of it.
With nothing much to show of it.
With nothing much to show of it.
Nothing much to show of it.