If I empty me of all my self, am I a vessel or a shell?
Mining for the substance in the dark and precious well
Pour out my convictions 'til I'm hollow as a bell
If I empty me of all my self, am I a vessel
Or a shell?
If I cast a line into the sea, will I catch what may feed me?
How can I steer the stern to go straight towards a shore I can't yet see?
I guess I'll point my arrow straight towards the beauty I want to believe
If I empty me of all my self, will I feel hollow?
Will I feel free?
Will the truth echo through me?
Will the truth echo through me?
Will the truth echo through me?
Will the truth echo through me? (will I hear it?)
