Waking up with the pouring rainSame old sun and the sky againCalling the doves and fighter planesSharing the sky like it's nothing strangeFalling silhouette on an evening skyA morning greedy of babies' cryAnd the same lonely night lullabiesThe joy of nothing is a sweeter somethingAnd I will hold it in my heartI will hold it in my heart.Ulysses and eulogiesGainsborough, Gainsbourg, SocratesAll mean no light, everythingOh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter somethingAnd I will hold it in my heartI will hold it in my heart.Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter somethingAnd I will hold it in my heartYes, I will hold it in my heart .Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter somethingI will hold it in my heartI will hold it in my heart .
