A black moon creeping in my bed
She wrote her name across the wall
And I ain't got no stars to offer
I got nothing no I got nothing
Poking, scratching at the surface
To define what's underneath
Woke the same as any other day I guess
Am I ever worth your love?
Can't stand the preaching
I got nothing no I got nothing
Poking, scratching at the surface
To define what's underneath
Your lightest touch crashed into me
Poking, scratching at the surface
To define what's underneath