Some Dandruff on Your Shoulder

It's a young Friday night

And I'm filled up to the brim

With an old, old feeling

That can't be turned into a.

But maybe a letter of resignation

If youd frame it

I left it burning on your wallShe asks you, "What's wrong?"

You say nothing, it's nothing

Baby, what's wrong?

You say nothing, it's nothingIt's nothing at all

It's just the pressure with which you hold her

It's really nothing at all

It's just some dandruff on her shoulder

It's just that every moment casts a shadow

A sadness

Of it's not being something else

Other than itself (other than itself)She asks you, "What's wrong?"

You say nothing, it's nothing

Baby, what's wrong?

You say nothing, it's nothingIt's nothing

It's nothing

It's nothingYou say nothing, it's nothing

You say nothing, it's nothing