You called in sick for work

Leaving some details unspoken

And spent the day in bed

'Cause your beating heart was broken

Paracetamol and Countdown

On mute on the TV

Thinking, 'Have I always been like this?'

The arithmetic repeats

Mulling over your achievements

Everything you haven't done

Chalking off another milestone

Close the curtains, set the sun

Never ever wanna ever wanna go outside

Pull that duvet close and tight

Just ignore the dying light

Count back to one

They say do whatever feels right

But nothing ever feels right

Weighing up the options

Do nothing, do nothing

Do nothing all day, when that song plays, your hands cover your face

Feels like nothing's ever gonna change

Years ago, sat by the road

Waiting for the van to tow us home

I was cursing my old car

And you were looking at the stars and you said

“Everything is infinite but nothing is eternal.”

“Naive romantic shite,” I thought, until I wrote it in my journal

I won't ever claim to have an answer

I'm just hoping there's a chance that

When the darkness gets around to leaving

We can get together for an evening

I won't claim to have an answer

I'm just hoping there's a chance that

When the darkness gets around to leaving

We can get together for an evening

Nothing is eternal

Nothing is eternal

Everything is infinite

But nothing is eternal

Nothing is eternal

Nothing is eternal

Everything is infinite

But nothing is eternal