Hollow Talk
Choir Of Young Believers
Echoes start as a cross in you
Trembling noises that come to 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 shed not a breath too soon
Darkness rises in all you do
Standing and drawn across the room
Spatial movements are 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
Never said it was good, never said it was new
Muted whisper of the things you feel
