Hollow Talk

Echoes start as a cross in you,

Trembling noises that come too soon

Spatial movement which seems to you

Resonating your mask or feud

Hollow talking and hollow girl

Force it up from the root of pain

Never said it was good

Never said it was near

Shadow rises and you are here

And then you cut

You cut it out

And everything

Goes back to the beginning

Silence seizes a cluttered room

Light is she'd 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 fire

There's never been bad

There has always been truth

Muted whisper of the things she'll move

And then you cut

You cut it out

And everything

Goes back to the beginning

There's never been bad

There has always been truth

Muted whisper of the things she'll move