Empty (The Stalkers)

She lifts her skirt up to her knees, Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet laughing.

I never learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.

I walk on down the hill, Through grass grown tall,

Grounding still its heart, Sometimes to let go of my pain.

On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac

Sits into the field collecting rain

Well, I always feel this way

So empty, so estranged

Of these cutthroat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary

If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips I spoke these words out loud but no one would hear me

Lay your blouse across the chair and fall the flowers from your hair and kiss

me with that country mouse so plain. Outside the rain is tapping on the

leaves, to me it sounds like they're applauding us, the quiet love we make.

Well, I always feel this way, so empty, so estranged.

Well, I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said, "Do your best to destroy me."

You see, I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit, you kind of bore me

There's a lot of things that can kill a man There's a lot of ways to die

Yes, and some already dead who walk beside me

There's a lot of things I don't understand Why so many people lie

It's a hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me

Will I always feel this way?

So empty, so estranged