I want you under my skin, breathe me out, breathe you in
And hold my breath as long as I can
Siren city crowds Your voice can drown it out with a whisper
Now we're in silence That's why Hurricanes, thunderstorms Let it rain, let it pour
Nothing matters with you.
Got the clothes on my back.
Might be broken.
I'm on track.
Nothing matters with you.
I was rock and roll Jimmy Page.
James Dean headed by the grave.
I don't know how but you saved my life
You're high without the joy No coming down for us
All our troubles are passing us by And that's why Hurricanes, thunderstorms Let it rain, let it pour
Nothing matters to you, it just don't matter Got the clothes on my back, might be broke but I'm on track
Nothing matters for you Why the world went on my back?
And the waves up above my shoulders
I was made of stone And I was sinking fast
Till you pull me back Hurricanes, thunderstorms Let it rain, let it pour
Nothing matters with you It just don't matter Got the clothes on my back Might be broke when I'm on track
Nothing matters to you It just don't matter Hurricanes, thunderstorms, let it rain, let it pour Nothing matters to you Got the clothes on my back, might be broke but I'm on track
Nothing matters but you It just don't matter It just don't matter Nothing matters but you
It just don't matter, it just don't matter Got the clothes on my back, might be broke but I'm on track Nothing matters with you
It just don't matter
