Arranged By: Don Costa
Label: Reprise Records
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Speaks:
Empty is the sky before the sun
wakes up.
Empty is the eyes of animals in
cages.
Empty, faces of women mourning
When everything's been taken
from them.
Me, don't ask me about empty.
Sings:
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 fear
Long about September when the
days
Go marching in a line toward
November.
Empty is the hour before sleep
chills you every night
And pushes you to take me away
from every kind of light.
Empty is me. Empty is me.