E.M.P.T.Y.

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

But driving west now, 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

[Verse 2]

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

[Verse 3]

What is the colour and the number

When the happiness begins?

When the knight waits in the laurels

Hesitating

[Verse 4]

I found a clarity I'd never known

In fag-end weeks before I left for school

The darkness in the pylons and the smoke and creosote

Canceling the faces that we knew