I was always able to write my way out Song always made sense to me
Now I find that when I look down Every page is empty
There is nothing to describe Except the moon still bright against the worrying sky
I pray the trees will get their leaves soon
* So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love
And when it came, it was stranger than I had ever imagined No cracking open of heaven
But quiet and still (All my friends are getting ill)
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My arms emptied, the skies emptied The billboards emptied
My arms emptied, the skies emptied The buildings emptied
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My arms emptied, the skies emptied The billboards emptied
My arms emptied, the skies emptied The buildings emptied