stillearlymorning

empty is (reprise)
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voice:
empty is the sky before the sun wakes up
empty is the eyes of animals in cages
empty... the faces of women mourning...
when everything has been takin from them
me...
dont ask me about empty

empty,
is a string of dirty days
held together by some rain
and the cold winds drumming at the trees again

empty,
is the color of the fields
long about semptemper when the days go marching
in a line toward november

empty,
is the hour... before sleep
kills you every night... and pushes you to safty
away from every kind of lie

empty is me
empty... is... me.

                               -frank sinatra


"in this sea of nothing, it doesn't matter"