Текст Space – There’s No You

This room is getting smaller
The walls are closing in
And I’m so bored with my own conversation
The stairs to our bedroom

But I still have that painting
We bought in Rome
The one I hated and you adored
Now I own

There’s no you
What’s the point without you
There’s no you
What’s the point without you

My friends think I’m wasting
My whole life away
But I’m not the type to cry in my liquor
I’ll do my crying in private
And cry myself to sleep
At least I won’t cry in public places

But I still have that painting
We bought in Rome
The one I hated and you adored
And now I own

There’s no you
What’s the point without you
There’s no you
What’s the point without you

Some folks say it’s all about survival
And wiping the floor with all your rivals

There’s no you
What’s the point without you
There’s no you
What’ the point without you