I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly, a pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say "What a mind"

This happens all the time

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

'Cause they said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I found myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

Industry disrupters and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore " You should be doing more"

To you I can admit, that I'm just too soft for all of it

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I found myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

They said the end is coming, ooh-ooh

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

Everyone's up to something

I found myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving, ooh-ooh

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing