Keane – You Haven’t Told Me Anything

In a pearl grey room one afternoon
One afternoon what are we going to do?
I hang on your difference though there’s zero new

You take a pleasing thing
Pull off a wing, lift off a wing
A reserve pin
They never gleam utterly as splendid again

But we haven’t told me anything
That we didn’t already know
No we haven’t pronounced a singular thing
That we didn’t already know

Everything we adore is stranded in a mud
Stuck in a mud, stranded in a rut
Not a square in your nonplus or a paper cut

So same time subsequent week
A lick on a cheek, lick on a cheek
And contend after me
Everything’s tied adult good and neat

But we haven’t told me anything
That we didn’t already know
No we haven’t sole me anything
That we didn’t already own

I feel for you
I unequivocally do
Nothing turns out
like we wish it to
No difference can mend
This repair I’m in
Hearing those words
That I’ll never play
Right between a eyes
I don’t feel a thing

But we haven’t told me anything
That we didn’t already know
No we haven’t pronounced a singular thing
That we didn’t already know

No we haven’t told me anything
No we haven’t told me anything
No we haven’t told me anything
No we haven’t told me anything