All comes from nothing

I sing you an ocean, and swim to the land

We can make love there, in the white sand

I draw you a mountain, and climb to the top

I scream to the world...

I write you a poem, I hold them

When we have nothing still left stories to tell

I write you a poem, I hold them

When we have nothing still left stories to tell

All comes from nothing, nothing at all

All comes from nothing, nothing, at all