Nothing Matters (Acoustic / Live from Studio Brussel)

I have my sentence now, at last, I know just how you felt

I dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin

'Cause we're a lot alike, in favour, like a motorbike

A sailor and a nightingale dancing in convertibles

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters

We've got the highway tight, the moon is bursting with headlights

One more and we're away, love tender in your Chevrolet

And we're a lot alike, in favour, like a motorbike

A sailor and a nightingale dancing in convertibles

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters

Even when the cold comes crashing through, I'm putting all my bets on you

I hope they never understand us

I put my heart inside your palms, my home in your arms, now we know

Nothing matters, nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her

And I will fuck you like nothing matters