Glimjack Muttering Paroles

for leading you astray a little while
when you never stop asking for service with a smile
if my cup's a little empty

Why aren't you filling it up
Why aren't you filling it up
if my cup's a little empty
Why aren't you filling it up

Now sleep is a slow undertaker
it bides in a bed with time
if the body in the middle is a well spring
how tense is the coil in the mind

and the anvil, bade(sp?) anvil
a pillow for my hammering head
slippery and slick where the bulls are bled
if the dream is half empty

Why aren't you filling it up [BRIDGE]

I am the little flame on top of the candle
I am the little light I let you see
and by leading you through these streets i might
might even depend on you

So where now are the smiling faces
have now the shimmering coat(sp?)
and well it looks a little empty

Why aren't you filling it up
Why aren't you filling it up
and well it looks a little empty
Why aren't you filling it up
Why aren't you filling it up
if the dream is half empty
Why aren't you filling it up