Supertramp

Nothing to show beyond the fevered head
Body so warm within his perfumed bed
Sleeping alone the shadow of a man
His will ties into an empty can
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Putting his hand upon a changing breast
Many the empty hopes his lips caress
Sorry to say his days are spent in vain
Chasing a dream of doom and nights ahead
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been