I've been spitting in the wind I chance a foolish grin and dribbled on my chin Now the ground shifts beneath my feet The faces that I greet never know my name
Just give me something I'll take nothing Just give me something I'll take nothing
Now the drought is crippled by the rain That hammers on my pain We lose ourselves again But all we need Is to find a place to look Our worm is on the hook A love which dangles free Lets watch it swim Against the water's flow In doubt the courage grows With no guarantee
Just give me something I'll take nothing Just give me something I'll take nothing
And so it goes The moral to this tale As tortoise catches the snail A strong heart will prevail
It keeps on pumping It still needs something Just give me something I'll take nothing Just give it something To keep it pumping And I'll take nothing Just give me something
Compositor: Damon Michael Gough (Badly Drawn Boy) ECAD: Obra #2803775 Fonograma #3009350