Nothing

Scented candlelight down perfumed halls
Marble fireplace, stoked and warm
Rare, exotic art, majestic walls
But without you, I've got nothing

Seasoned caviar and silver spoon
Persian incense from Siam
But the shadows haunting every room
Remind me I've got nothing

I suppose when melancholy creeps
Under quilts all lined in silk
It will be of no use counting sheep
I'm alone and I've got nothing

There's a single key that fits these chains
A single sword that fights back fear
Throw the book of job out in the rain
'Cause without you, I've got nothing
Without you, I am nothing