No whispers
No shouts
No poetry
No doubts

All you need are your sweet nothings

No substantial movements
No brightening of days
No music to create
No ways to explain

All you need are your sweet nothings

Speak to me of sweet nothings
The ones that make me smile so
The ones that keep me smiling so
The ones that have no quick end

Speak to me of sweet nothings
Even if just a few words
Even if just a few syllables
They will brighten my day

Speak to me of sweet nothings
In a way that keeps me clueless
In a way that keeps me wondering
In a way that keeps me moving

Speak to me
Whether it be your sweet nothings
Or my sweet nothings
Or nothing at all

All you need are your sweet nothings