Hollow Talk-Josh Groban
 Echo star is a crossing you
 Trembling noises that come too soon
 Spatial movement which seems to you
 Resonating your mass call few
 Hollow talking and hollow girl
 Voicing up from the root of pain
 Never said it was good, never said it was me
 Shadow rises and you are here
 And then you carve
 You cut it out
 And everything
 Goes back to the beginning
 Silence seizes a clotted room
 Dying to shed not a breath too soon
 Darkness rises in all you do
 Standing and drawn across the room
 Spatial movements and butterflies
 Shadows scatter without a fight
 There has never been bad, there has always been truth
 Rooted whispers of the things you lose
 It is edited by rain
 And then you carve
 You cut it out
 And everything
 Goes back to the beginning
 Goes back to the beginning
 There has never been bad, there has always been truth
 Rooted whispers of the things you lose