Song | Empty Words |
Artist | Quasi |
Album | Field Studies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The sun still rises, the moon still shines; | |
I've seen it over ten-thousand times. | |
But this may be the year I will disappear. | |
Come through my window, not through my door; | |
Leave me a number I can ignore. | |
Then go tell everyone what we might have done. | |
& don't mind what you've heard - | |
It's just an empty word. |