E.M.P.T.Y. Paroles

Half-past five
My skin is cut
My hands are knives
I could be anyone alive
But I just can't fit
And it's too late to quit

When the night air comes to me
I wonder if the days I've lived through count

With the world strung like a rosary
Through faces moving in the crowd

What is the color and the number
When happiness begins?
When the knight waits in the laurels
Hesitating...

I found a clarity I've never known
In fag-end weeks before I left for school Did they forget the light inside your eyes?
Those simple words, those lovers' signs?
The hand is dealt, the cards are played
But i just can't fit
And it's too late to quit

I saw them, and I knew them all
Inside a sheet of flame
I saw them, and I knew them all
Inside a sheet of flame

When I'm riding home at night now
I get in so tired
To the saws and bows that spell out
E-M-P-T-Y
E-M-P-T-Y
E-M-P-T-Y

(Thanks to The Latvian Lover for these lyrics)