Vian Izak
Nothing New
My oh my, time flies
My own brother's got a child
Another autumn leaves fall down
People come and now they're gone

Oooh...

And these days made of glass
Crack and break as they pass
And ancient words ring more true
That I am dust, there's nothing new

Oooh...
There's nothing new
Oooh...
There's nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new