Hollow Talk
Echoes start as a cross in you,Trembling noises that come too soonSpatial movement which seems to youResonating your mask or feudHollow talking and hollow girlForce it up from the root of pain
Never said it was goodNever said it was nearShadow rises and you are here
And then you cutYou cut it outAnd everythingGoes back to the beginning
Silence seizes a cluttered roomLight is shed not a breath too soonDarkness rises in all you doStanding and drawn across the roomSpatial movements and butterfliesShadows scatter without a fire
There's never been badThere has always been truthMuted whisper of the thingsShe'll move
And then you cutYou cut it outAnd everythingGoes back to the beginning
There's never been badThere has always been truthMuted whisper of the thingsShe'll move