The Rifles - Nothing matters

^GIn the still of ^Amnight We try so hard to ^Bmfight Through our hopes And ^Cevery little moment of despa^Gir And over every ^Amtown we’re flying on the ^Bmground But never really ^Cknow where we belong ‘til we get ^Gthere

^GNothing ma^Amtters No ^Bmnothing really matters In the times when we fall ^Cdown

^GThrough the changing ^Amtimes We never comprom^Bmise anything Ins^Cide our empty hearts to fit the ^Gcrowd So overlook the ^Amsound Trying to pull ^Bmyou down As far as I can ^Csee It’s jealous people talking ^Gloud

^GAnd nothing ma^Amtters No ^Bmnothing really matters In the times when we fall ^Cdown You just keep ^Gproud ‘Cos nothing ^Ammatters No ^Bmnothing really matters If you’re running when you hit the ^Cground

And there’s ^Emnothing that f^Deels quite ^Clike the way it ^Dfeels coming back aro^Gund OUTRO