Nothing's Wrong

Lyrics for Nothing's Wrong

A wicked decision We can agree A wicked decision Nothing's wrong with you and me A week in the forest A week in the fog You'll be sad to hear that I I I I I was robbed And we're gonna own it A fist to the voice And we've found the music Why did you try at the choice? And decapitation For failing to see Nothing in this whole wide world saves us from this situation [Nothing can save us] Don't stop talkin' to me please Baby cut me all to pieces If you really want hell, hell Ripped apart by the crows not the vultures No one in this fair new world can talk us through this situation Speak in the garden You burn down the trees I'll leave out the teasin' While you are down on one knee Never is heavy And heavy is fine But only in the street man You ate your words wrong this time It's wicked where you tread Shot an arrow in your head Since the apple wasn't there, yeah. Ripped apart by the crows and the vultures Ignore me in the parking lot I'm petrified by conversation. It's wicked where you tread They shot an arrow at your head Since the apple wasn't there, yeah. We're ripped apart by the crow and the vultures Ignore me in the parking lot I'm petrified by conversation.