I don't remember you at all,
only the shoes that you wore.
I've redesigned everything I adore,
but your eyes I can't recall.
Blood, bone and metal on the kitchen floor,
the manual grips in my hand,
trying to build everything that I can,
why does no one understand?
It's just darkness in me,
no substitute love.
So I'm dying to be,
back in your love, back in your love,
but you're just an empty man.
I don't remember a single edge,
or the shape of your shadow.
Your blank DNA holds no memories,
nothing God or science can recall.
It's just darkness in me,
no substitute love.
So I'm dying to be,
back in your love, back in your love,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh...
It's just darkness in me,
no substitute love.
So I'm dying to be,
back in your love, back in your love.
It's just darkness in me,
no substitute love.
So I'm dying to be,
back in your love, back in your love.
But you're just an empty man.