Nothing to See
Thomas Hughes
Wait there by the cold stairs and the unrelenting draft
Don't worry if you hear me laugh over a door creak
It's a question of the math
And whether you stumble, muck up or fumble
The officer mumbles:
"Nothing to see
There's nothing to see"
Nothing to see but me
Okay, there's a locked basement with everything you need
Don't hurry if you fear me
Graph over a poor Greek in possession of the wrath
And whether you stumble, muck up or fumble
The officer mumbles:
"Nothing to see
There's nothing to see"
Nothing to see but me
Nothing to see
There's nothing to see
Nothing to see but me
