You Haven’t Told Me Anything

In a pearl grey room one afternoon.
One afternoon, what you gonna do?
I hang on your words but there’s nothing new.

You take a beautiful thing, pull off a wing.
Pull of a wing; safety pin.
It'll never shine quite as bright again.

But you haven’t told me anything,
that I didn’t already know.
No you haven’t said a single thing,
that I didn’t already know.

Everything I love’s stuck in the mud.
Stuck in the mud, stuck in a rut.
I’m a piece in your puzzle or a paper cut.

So same time next week, kiss on the cheek,
kiss on the cheek; say after me:
“Everything’s tied up nice and neat.”

But you haven’t told me anything,
that I didn’t already know.
No you haven’t sold me anything,
that I didn’t already own.

I feel for you, I really do.
Nothing adds up like you want it to.
No words can mend this fix I’m in.
Give me your worst I won’t even blink,
right between the eyes I won't feel a thing.

Because you haven’t told me anything,
that I didn’t already know.
No you haven’t said a single thing,
that I didn’t already know.

No you haven’t told me anything...
No you haven’t told me anything...

No you haven’t told me anything...
No you haven’t told me anything...

~ Keane