"Are you OK? You've been shot in the head And I'm holding your brains" The old woman said So I drink in the shadows Of an evening sky See nothing at all
The stars look so special And the snow looks so old The frail form is drifting Beyond the orc's zone Time to question the mountain Why pigs can fly It's nothing at all
I praise to you Nothing ever goes away I praise to you Nothing ever goes I praise to you I praise to you Nothing ever goes away I praise to you Nothing ever goes I praise to you Nothing ever goes away I praise to you Nothing ever goes, nothing ever goes Nothing
