Nothing Matters - The Rifles

In the still of night

We try so hard to fight

Through our hopes

And every little moment of despair

And over every town we’re flying

on the ground

But never really know where we belong

'til we get there

Nothing matters

No nothing really matters

In the times when we fall down.

Through the changing times

We never compromise anything

Inside our empty hearts to fit the crowd

So overlook the sound

Trying to pull you down

As far as I can see

It’s jealous people talking loud.

And nothing really matters

No nothing really matters

In the times when we fall down

You just keep proud

'Cos nothing really matters

No nothing really matters

If you’re running when you hit the ground.

And there’s nothing that feels quite like

the way it feels coming back around.

Keep keeping on.