Texty: PFR. Anything.

Nothing I could say, would matter anyway
Just a vain display with me in the middle
No more empty words will anymore be heard
All my rhymes and verbs mean very little

Like whispers thrown against the wind
Empty phrases caving in

It doesn't mean anything without You
Just words that I say without You
Without Your spirit to sing
Of this change of the heart that You bring
Without You it doesn't mean anything

Nothing I'll ever do, could ever hold a candle to
The love displayed when You said You forgave me
And what I know of love, is that I'm not deserving of
One You call Your son, once sent to save me

Like love holding the hand of hate
You choose to love me anyway

It doesn't mean anything without You
Just words that I say without You
Without Your spirit to sing
Of this change of the heart that You bring
Without You it doesn't mean anything

It doesn't mean anything without You
Just a nice melody without You
Without Your spirit to sing
Of the hope and the joy that You bring
Without You it doesn't mean anything

It doesn't mean anything without You
Just words that I say without You
Without Your spirit to sing
Of this change of the heart that You bring
Without You it doesn't mean anything

Anything, doesn't mean anything
Anything, doesn't mean anything
Anything, doesn't mean anything
Anything, doesn't mean anything