Cure For Emptiness

Jingles playing on the TV screen Hot coals burning on the summer street, yeah I love it when the sunshine hits me I hate it when the cold front comes east Not wired, I'm just three cups deep I can't love you if you can't love me I'm half water and I'm half unseen I'm so quiet when I do not speak And oh, how you gonna fill the hole Hiding underneath your coat? How you gonna find the words for happiness? How you gonna rule the world When you never walk the dog How you gonna find the cure for emptiness? Sheets stained lilac with your menstrual blood Streetlights shining on the both of us I'm so happy I could blow, explode All this misery gonna shrink me cold Long wind blowing through your short black hair Fat trees waiting for a thin, brown bear Voices talking on the subway steps Patron saints of the cigarette And oh, how you gonna fill the hole Hiding underneath your coat? How you gonna find the words for happiness? How you gonna rule the world When you only watch the birds? How you gonna find the cure for emptiness?