The sun seems unreal dear, this time of year
I sail myself off a cliff dear, all world will fall
The night has ceased calling, breathing is hard
The rains will stop falling and tears wet the ground

My own thoughts are slowly leaving me
This world's beliefs are changing my nature

But do come and see me, I'll accept you lies
Attest my conversion
Just sweet nothings, words are not real
Touch me, read me in Braile, turn to me now, touch me, the day has grown cold
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Sweet Nothings Lyrics

Ronderlin – Sweet Nothings Lyrics