מילים לשיר Nothing Touches – New Model Army

Are we still not speaking? Bitter words leave such a bitter taste Yes, I meant to hurt you
But it was never meant to go as far as this And still I can make no sense out of these things that I do
And I still put myself through this version of hell Just put you through it too Yes, I know I started it But you shouldn't say those things you say
I always thought people were meant to learn by their mistakes
But it never seems to work out that way Nothing's ever good enough for me or good enough for you So I still drag myself through this version of hell Just to drag you through it too Sweat on the dancefloor
Blood from the broken glass No favours ever given, no favours ever asked This strange kind of communion These are the promises we madeAs these empty words are played.