I saw her, they told it, but it could not be understood.
I still do remember how she cried a wake at night, little things
just never die. Time has a nasty habbit of forgetting what I knew.
I kept it all inside, let me be a grave for the things I hide 'cause
I know when it comes down, it comes down to nothin', when it comes down
to nothin', nothin' remains when it comes down.. nothin'.
She never had the time to learn to speak my name out right.
And someday, everything was gonna be allright they said, but they took
her away for God knows what. Time has a nasty habbit of forgetting what I saw.
It could remind me. She kept it all inside. Let a woman be a grave
for the things she hides, 'cause she knows when it comes down,
it comes down to nothin'. When it comes down to nothin',
when it comes down to nothin', nothin' remains when it comes dow.. nothin'.
And someday, everything was gonna be allright they said. When it comes
down to nothin', nothin' remains. When it comes down to nothin', when it
comes down, nothin' remains when it comes down.. nothin'.