You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now...

And
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now.

So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing.

Autor: Florence Welch