The owls are burning She's sick of me And I'm not leaving So what's the story? Like a good night's They flash in nowhere I couldn't be bothered That's hurting me The night of victory He's ranked you bloody I can't believe And now it's over Wild, nothing new A night, nothing new Oh, you think you're wild, but you're nothing new And now you're wombed Nothing new And that's a wild, but it's nothing new And now you're older Nothing What? Nothing new. A night? Nothing new. What about the heart, friend? But now you're even And you're worried Nothing new Don't even worry, and we'll think it's good Good, good, good
