Nothing Matters

The Last Dinner Party – consisting of singer Abigail Morris, bassist Georgia Davies, keyboardist Aurora Nishevci and guitarists Lizzie Mayland and Emily Roberts – have spent the past year making their rounds within the London live scene – as well as managing to snag a string of high profile support slots with Nick Cave and The Rolling Stones without releasing any music at all.

[Verse 1] I have my sentence now at last, I know just how you felt I dig my fingers in expecting more than just the skin [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause we’re a lot alike, in favour, like a motorbike A sailor and a nightingale dancing in convertibles [Chorus] And you can hold me like he held her And I will fuck you like nothing matters And you can hold me like he held her And I will fuck you like nothing matters [Verse 2] We've got the highway tight, the moon is bursting with headlights One more and we're away, lovе tender in your Chevrolеt [Pre-Chorus] And we’re a lot alike, in favour, like a motorbike A sailor and a nightingale dancing in convertibles [Chorus] And you can hold me like he held her And I will fuck you like nothing matters And you can hold me like he held her And I will fuck you like nothing matters [Bridge] Even when the cold comes crashing through, I'm putting all my bets on you I hope they never understand us I put my heart inside your palms, my home in your arms, now we know Nothing matters, nothing matters [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] And you can hold me like he held her And I will fuck you like nothing matters And you can hold me like he held her And I will fuck you like nothing matters And you can hold me like he held her And I will fuck you like nothing matters And you can hold me like he held her And I will fuck you like nothing matters