E.M.P.T.Y. Lyrics

	作词 : Clientele, MacLean
	When I’m riding home at night now
	I get in so tired
	To the saws and bows that spell out
	E-M-P-T-Y
	But driving west now, half past five
	My skin is cut, my hands are knives
	I could be anyone alive
	But I just can't fit and it's too late to quit
	When the night air comes to me
	I wonder if the days I've lived through count
	With the world strung like a rosary
	Through faces moving in the crowd
	What is the colour and the number
	When the happiness begins?
	When the knight waits in the laurels
	Hesitating
	I found a clarity I'd never known
	In fag-end weeks before I left for school
	The darkness in the pylons and the smoke and creosote
	Canceling the faces that we knew
	Did they forget the light inside your eyes?
	Those simple words, those lover's sighs?
	The hand is dealt, the cards are played
	But I just can't fit and it's too late to acquit
	I saw them and I knew them all
	Inside a sheet of flame
	I saw them and I knew them all
	Inside a sheet of flame
	When I’m riding home at night now
	I get in so tired
	To the saws and bows that spell out
	E-M-P-T-Y
	E-M-P-T-Y
	E-M-P-T-Y

	zuo ci : Clientele, MacLean
	When I' m riding home at night now
	I get in so tired
	To the saws and bows that spell out
	EMPTY
	But driving west now, half past five
	My skin is cut, my hands are knives
	I could be anyone alive
	But I just can' t fit and it' s too late to quit
	When the night air comes to me
	I wonder if the days I' ve lived through count
	With the world strung like a rosary
	Through faces moving in the crowd
	What is the colour and the number
	When the happiness begins?
	When the knight waits in the laurels
	Hesitating
	I found a clarity I' d never known
	In fagend weeks before I left for school
	The darkness in the pylons and the smoke and creosote
	Canceling the faces that we knew
	Did they forget the light inside your eyes?
	Those simple words, those lover' s sighs?
	The hand is dealt, the cards are played
	But I just can' t fit and it' s too late to acquit
	I saw them and I knew them all
	Inside a sheet of flame
	I saw them and I knew them all
	Inside a sheet of flame
	When I' m riding home at night now
	I get in so tired
	To the saws and bows that spell out
	EMPTY
	EMPTY
	EMPTY

	zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean
	When I' m riding home at night now
	I get in so tired
	To the saws and bows that spell out
	EMPTY
	But driving west now, half past five
	My skin is cut, my hands are knives
	I could be anyone alive
	But I just can' t fit and it' s too late to quit
	When the night air comes to me
	I wonder if the days I' ve lived through count
	With the world strung like a rosary
	Through faces moving in the crowd
	What is the colour and the number
	When the happiness begins?
	When the knight waits in the laurels
	Hesitating
	I found a clarity I' d never known
	In fagend weeks before I left for school
	The darkness in the pylons and the smoke and creosote
	Canceling the faces that we knew
	Did they forget the light inside your eyes?
	Those simple words, those lover' s sighs?
	The hand is dealt, the cards are played
	But I just can' t fit and it' s too late to acquit
	I saw them and I knew them all
	Inside a sheet of flame
	I saw them and I knew them all
	Inside a sheet of flame
	When I' m riding home at night now
	I get in so tired
	To the saws and bows that spell out
	EMPTY
	EMPTY
	EMPTY

YouTube Results (More on YouTube)