Les paroles de la chanson
« Nothing compares »
Pixie Lott

Walking down Brick Lane feeling blue.
Wind blowing lightly and I picture you.
Sweet Sunday mornings, nothing to do.
Love is like a dream, when it’s just me and you.

Open my window, sing me a song.
Baby can’t you see that this is where I belong
With your hand in my hand, still feel that love
Really wish that we could go back to the way that it was.

They say if it doesn’t kill you it’ll make you stronger.
Oh, but I can’t be without you any longer.
Everytime I let it go, baby it’s true.
Nothing compares to you.
Nothing compares to you.

Sweet sunday morning, all by myself.
I’d rather be alone than with anyone else.
Watch my mascara dripping down.
Baby how did we end up like this? Where are you now?

They say if it doesn’t kill you it’ll make you stronger.
Oh, but I can’t be without you any longer.
Everytime I let it go, baby it’s true.
Nothing compares to you.
Nothing compares to you.

I’m running fast, fast as I can, to get you back, just to get you back again.
I cannot bear, I cannot live if we can’t be, we can’t be us again.
I’ll cry at night, cry at night, I’ll cry for all the words, all the words I didn’t say.
Sweet Sundays, sweet Sundays.

They say if it doesn’t kill you it’ll make you stronger.
Oh, but I can’t be without you any longer.
Everytime I let it go, baby it’s true.
Nothing compares to you.
Nothing compares to you.