They stumble through the dark
It's this messy messy truth
A hand in a strange hand
Which will make lovely parts
It was worth it feeling doubt
It's my favorite kind of low
Make believe it's wet inside
It was worth it
You can't believe it's nothing
You can't believe it's nothing
We believe it's nothing
You can't believe it's nothing
We believe it's nothing
There's a little wandering rat
In a photographic alley
He's walking to the street
Going to the bar
What's he lookin' for? What's he looking for?
For some wondrous magic
The feeling of a hand
Promise of tomorrow
A new sensation
I've never felt before
I've never felt before
You can't believe in nothing
You'll not believe in nothing
We believe in nothing
You can't believe in nothing
You can't believe in nothing
You can't believe in nothing
We believe in nothing
We believe in nothing