
Date of issue: 28.08.2006
Song language: English
Empty |
She lifts her skirt up to her knees |
walks through the garden rose |
with her bare feet laughing |
I never learned to count my blessings |
I choose instead to dwell |
in my disasters |
I walk on down the hill |
through grass grown tall |
and brown and still |
it’s hard somehow |
to let go of my pain |
On past the busted back |
of that old and rusted Cadillac |
that sinks into this fields |
collecting rain |
well I always feel this way |
so empty |
so estranged |
and of these cut throat busted sunsets |
these cold and damp white mornings |
I have grown weary |
If through my cracked and dusty |
dime store lips |
I spoke these words out loud |
would no one hear me? |
Lay your blouse across the chair |
let fall the flowers |
from your hair |
and kiss me with that country mouth |
so plain |
outside the rain is tapping |
on the leaves |
to me it sounds like |
they’re applauding us the quiet love |
we’ve made |
well I always feel this way |
so empty |
so estranged |
well I looked my demons in the eyes |
lay bare my chest |
said do your best |
destroy me you see I’ve been to hell and back |
so many times |
I must admit |
you kinda bore me there’s a lot of things |
that can kill a man |
there’s a lot of ways |
to die |
yes, and some already did |
and walk beside me there’s a lot of things |
I don’t understand |
why so many people lie |
it’s the hurt I hide that fuels |
the fire inside me well I always feel this way |
so empty |
so estranged |