Text: The Cure. Harold And Joe.

Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind

Nothing ever loses me sleep
Nothing ever wins my heart
Nothing ever makes me want to sing along
And nothing makes me want to start

If I'm falling down a mountain
Then I pick myself up
If I crash into an iceberg
I don't give a frightful look around
If I am burning then I put myself out
I'm so completely full
I scare the world
Oh, all the world
All inside out

Just look around
Just look around

Nothing ever puts me out
Nothing ever pulls me in
Nothing ever makes me want to jump
Nothing makes me want to begin

Nothing ever gets me down
Nothing ever gets me uptight
And nothing ever makes me run around
And nothing makes me feel I might

If I'm hanging from a peach tree
Then I cut myself down
And if I look into the sun
I just turn up the sound
And if I swallow death cap love rooms
Then I spit them right out
I'm so completely full
I scare the world
Yeah, all the world
Inside out

Just look around
Just look around
Just look around

Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind

Harold and Joe
Go go go
Harold and Joe
Go go go
Yeah
Sing birds sing