Nothing I can say will 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 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.
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 called your son, one 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 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 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,
No, it doesn't mean anything without you,
Doesn't mean anything without you.
