Sweet Nothings

Tell me the time is gonna slow down one of these days

Tell me the time ain't going round and round, chasing its own tail

Tell me that there's a point in my mind grasping backwards all the time

Tell me that there's a point at all

Sweet nothings mean everything right now

But honey, we'll get through it anyhow

Just tell me the doubt won't matter so much one of these days

That my worried thoughts will stop coming around again, expecting that I'll fail

Tell me that there's a point when I won't question myself all the time

Tell me that there's a point at all