Sophia - Champs
I can see the dust upon your desert shoes
And I long to hear your wandering day blues

I tell you all my secrets and I share with you my news
Now there's nothing more for me to do but lose

Please tell me nothing compares
Please tell me nothing compares

Please tell me nothing compares
To the road I'll ride with you

In line with all the roses on your final parade

Down beneath the demons in the shade

I carried your last breath into the places we once played
And I buried all the memories that we made

Please tell me nothing compares
Please tell me nothing compares

Please tell me nothing compares
To the road I'll ride with you

You go on your own way anyway
I'll stand with my face in the sun
You go on your own way anyway
Come up and get it
Come up and get it
Come up and get it
Come up and get it
I can see the dust upon your desert shoes

And I long to feel your wandering day blues

I tell you all my secrets and I share with you my news

Now there's nothing more for me to do but lose