Texty: Jonatha Brooke. Nothing Sacred.

It would take a wide net to drag that deep
Through all the years, the years I believed you
And you'd be hard pressed to face the fact of all the lies
And the fears that deceived you

But you say it doesn't matter now, angel
There's nothing standing in your way
Did I forget to mention how I'm done with you?
It's not my problem anymore

To be true to be kind to never walk away
And it's true you were blind
No matter what I would say to you
Is there nothing sacred to you?

I will turn my back to the wind in your wake
To the cold shards of the lives strewn behind you
Your record's scratched but these lines will break
Through the drone of time 'til their meaning will find you

But I say It doesn't matter now, angel
There's nothing standing in your way
Did I forget to mention how I'm done with you?
It's not my problem anymore

To be true to be kind to never walk away
And it's true you were blind
No matter what I would say to you
Is there nothing sacred to you?

Nothing sacred, nothing sacred