When Something Stands for Nothing (original demo) Songtext
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When Something Stands for Nothing (original demo) Songtext
When something stands for nothin′
A detached memory
And this one's for everything you don′t think about until you sleep, yeah
And this one's for nothin'
And this one′s for fun
And this one′s about rock 'n′ roll and comic books and bubble gum
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
And each day offers somethin', yeah
But none of it will last
Unless you, you take the reins, take ′em from the knight
Push the pawn right through the pass
And this one's for the silence
And the questions that it brings
And the smell of time and the reverence
And possibilities
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
When something stands for nothin′
A detached memory
And the smell of time and the reverence
Are the possibilities
And this one's for the silence
And the questions that it brings
And the smell of time and the reverence
And the possibilities
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
A detached memory
And this one's for everything you don′t think about until you sleep, yeah
And this one's for nothin'
And this one′s for fun
And this one′s about rock 'n′ roll and comic books and bubble gum
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
And each day offers somethin', yeah
But none of it will last
Unless you, you take the reins, take ′em from the knight
Push the pawn right through the pass
And this one's for the silence
And the questions that it brings
And the smell of time and the reverence
And possibilities
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
When something stands for nothin′
A detached memory
And the smell of time and the reverence
Are the possibilities
And this one's for the silence
And the questions that it brings
And the smell of time and the reverence
And the possibilities
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Trent Carr, Hugh Rush Dillon, Mark Malcolm Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com