A song about a hard topic-doing harm to yourself. The volume is a bit low so you may have to crank it up. Thanks for listening.
Lyrics, music and performnace by Jeff Lustick, 2007
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Jeff Lustick 2007
I'm sitting at the table
Message in my hand
My heart's no longer able
To understand, to understand
I got my finger on the trigger
About halfway through that door
The fear don't make me shiver
Any more, not any more
I wish that I could tell you
How this came to be
I'm living in a hell you just can't see
A thousand empty faces
I've tried them on for size
None of them erases
The disguise, the disguise
The days are getting colder
Demons rule my sleep
The angels on my shoulder
Softly weep, softly weep
I wish that I had shown you
All I kept inside
Or had the strength to hold you
When I cried
No words of consolation
Can bring you to the light
When loss and desolation
Brings the night, brings the night
Will anything I've written
Help to ease your way
Each soul can be forgiven
So they say, so they say
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