Living on Empty
.
Living on Empty
.
Your radio is getting faint
It keeps calling you a saint
You can't escape the flame
It's spelling out your name
.
I can't keep out your pain
Numbing me like cold rain
Now love comes second hand
We all do the best we can
.
You turn into a bag of bones
Is grinding me between stones
Memories of all you've been
Remembering trying to begin
.
It's hard to keep on track
Your're never coming back
Just another soul to roam
Never really getting home
.
Mail will come on the wind
.
.
.Fair Use Encouraged
.All Rights Reserved
.
18 October 2008
.
Living on Empty
.
Your radio is getting faint
It keeps calling you a saint
You can't escape the flame
It's spelling out your name
.
I can't keep out your pain
Numbing me like cold rain
Now love comes second hand
We all do the best we can
.
You turn into a bag of bones
Is grinding me between stones
Memories of all you've been
Remembering trying to begin
.
It's hard to keep on track
Your're never coming back
Just another soul to roam
Never really getting home
.
Mail will come on the wind
.
.
.Fair Use Encouraged
.All Rights Reserved
.
18 October 2008
.
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