| Lyrics: | [Speaks:]
Empty is the sky before the sun wakes up.
Empty is the eyes of animals in
cages.
Empty, faces of women mourning
When everything's been taken from them.
Me, don't
ask me about empty.
[Sings:]
Empty is a string of dirty days
Held together by some
rain.
And the cold winds drumming at the trees again.
Empty is the color of the
fear
Long about September when the days
Go marching in a line toward November.
Empty is
the hour before sleep chills you every night
And pushes you to take me away from every kind of
light.
Empty is me.
Empty is me. |
