Did you ever watch the one you love Slowly drifting away from you? And you know deep in your heart There is nothing that you can do To make her stay To turn the tide To ease the pain That you feel deep inside When her eyes say it's over and done

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

You'll let me in With those whiskey eyes You'll tell me things I know they're all lies I will fight, I'll fight for you And there's nothing I can't do I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy! On the count of three I want everybody to say

Whiskey and you, Ain't nothing I can do, But come crawling back to, Whiskey and you. Always there, When my world starts closing in, Something to hold, No matter how long it's been. Gets me high,

I´m gonna take you home And give you all I can That really I´m a man You´re sweeter than the morning When the sun is shining down on me There is nothing you can say That could make me go away you see But you keep saying to me baby Hold on - I feel

How do I get back to you Get back to you Tell me baby I don't know where to begin Is there nothing I can do To change the state I'm in And I know I've made a mess of it Every promise betrayed You say that I'll never change

There's nothing I can say There's nothing we can do now And every time you try Goodnight, travel well The unknown distance to the great beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans with a sacred pain

I just get through it Oh, there's nothing more to it Now I miss you more than I can take And I will surely break And every morning that I wake God, it's the same There's nothing more to it, And you said, "Don't give me nothing You don't want to lose"

When it feels (feels) like the world's gone mad (mad) And there's nothing you can do (do) about it No there's nothing you can do about it (about it) You don't wanna fuck with us British to the very last You wanna make some money So this is where we are

And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Shadows underneath the eyes My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can say But sorry mate and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This