With words big as headlines,
The Gospel according to you
Is broadcast on frequencies
Too frequent to see through
But you've got

Nothing to say (x3) to me
Nothing to say (x4)

I just can't relate to your world, man:
There's nothing in it for me
The things you take for granted

I still don't wanna see
Cos you've got

Nothing to say... etc

I'll take you down to a river
And show you how it flows
And tell you a story
And watch you grow
Cos I've got

Something to say (x3) to you
Something to say (x8)
To you...