Waking up with the pouring rain
Same old sun and the sky again
Calling the doves
and fighter planes
Sharing the sky like
it's nothing strange
Falling silhouette
on an evening sky
A morning greedy of babies' cry
And the same lonely night lullabies
The joy of nothing
is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart
Ulysses and eulogies
Gainsborough Gainsbourg Socrates
All mean no light everything
Oh the joy of nothing
is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart
Oh the joy of nothing
is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
Yes I will hold it in my heart
Oh the joy of nothing
is a sweeter something
I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart