Scented candlelight down perfumed halls
marble fireplace stoked and warm
rare exotic art majestic walls
but without you I got nothing

seasoned caviar and silver spoon
Persian incense from Siam
but the shadows haunting every room
remind me I got nothing

I suppose when melancholy creeps
under quilts all lined in silk
it will be no use counting sheep
I got nothing

there’s a single key that fits these chains
a single sword that fights back fear
through the book of Job out in the rain
cause without you I got nothing
without you I am nothing