- cifra
Waking up with the pouring rain
Same old sun and the sky again
Collared doves and fighter planes
Sharing the sky like it's nothing strange
Foliage silhouette on an evening sky
A morning greeting, a baby's cry
And the singing of late night lullabies
Oh 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
Gainsbourg, ginsberg, socrates
All mean naught and 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
