I spy with my little tired eye
Tiny as a firefly a pebble that we picked up last July
Down deep inside your pocket
We almost forgot it
Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes
Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
They said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
I'll take their pushin' shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
On the way home
I wrote a poem
You say what a mind
This happens all the time
Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
'Cause they said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
I'll take their pushin' shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing
Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors
And smooth-talking hucksters out-glad- handing each other
And the voices that implore you should be doing more
To you I can't admit that I'm just too soft for all of it
Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
They said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
I'll take their pushin' shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
They said the end is coming' ooh-ooh
They said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
Everyone's up to something
I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
I'll take their pushin' shovin' ooh-ooh
I'll take their pushin' shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing