He got me silk roses
'Cause they don't die in the desert
But they don't smell like lilac
And they don't feel like the real thing
And when there is water
They don't grow, they don't flourish
They just sit by my window
Looking slightly discoloured
And I'd rather have nothing
In that window by that wall
Than something that reminds me
There's nothing real at all
Yeah I'd rather have nothing
In that window by that wall
Than something that reminds me
There's nothing real at all
No rainbows in the dеsert
It's just not that kind of weather hеre
No miracles, just mirages
To hide the widescreen endlessness
We thank the moon and we thank the stars
'Cause we watch them every evening
And I used to enjoy poetry
When I had something to believe in
And I'd rather have nothing
In that window by that wall
Than something that reminds me
There's nothing real at all
Yeah I'd rather have nothing
In that window by that wall
Than something that reminds me
There's nothing real at all
And I'd rather have nothing
In that window by that wall
Than something that reminds me
There's nothing real at all
Yeah I'd rather have nothing
In that window by that wall
Than something that reminds me
There's nothing real at all
And I'd rather have nothing
In that window by that wall
Than something that reminds me
There's nothing real at all
Yeah I'd rather have nothing
In that window by that wall
Than something that reminds me
There's nothing real at all
