| She said it's on it's way | |
| It is on its way | |
| It is all in one way. | |
| It's all-in one-way. | |
| I am hollow | |
| I am hollow | |
| I'm incomplete | |
| It is one or the other | |
| Or equal of the two | |
| In the third there is nothing | |
| In the first there is me and you. | |
| I am hollow | |
| I am hollow | |
| I'm incomplete | |
| I got my dreams decorated with the snow of Stockholm | |
| It falls, my recollection of December ought-to-be's. | |
| And in those dreams I break the bondage that ties matter to time. | |
| And I become the one I always wanted | |
| I am I am I me | |
| Goodbye brother should have been, I wish I got to know you better | |
| Whats under this blanket of snow, a new morning, or an ice-patch on the road. | |
| All these involuntary exits to what we like to think we know. | |
| As we search for love, and happiness and peace, and where to | |
| find the strength to bring us where it is. | |
| If it is till its not | |
| It all cannot be | |
| That makes time an aspect | |
| Of what it means to see. | |
| I am hollow | |
| I am hollow | |
| I'm incomplete | |
| One thing leads to others | |
| Others don't lead to one | |
| Speed may change, not direction | |
| It is set, all has been done. | |
| I am hollow | |
| I am hollow | |
| I'm incomplete | |
| We are | |
| We are | |
| We are incomplete. |