Empty Is the Colour

Somewhere past the rocky steps I know this place, but I forget The shapes of all the faces that it gave me A vague terrain beyond the pale Sleeplessness and colored veils Keep lookin round for something here to save me I keep falling into circles Go in circles like an ending And it's bending me beyond where I can be Cause we're choking on a glut I think I'll keep the pantry shut Empty is the colour of the free Painted streets, a tattered dawn Arriving late at every door And what I missed the most is simple boredom A tablecloth can make a pall And a prisoner inside his walls Escapes when he forgets that someone caught him We got the seed, we got the rakes It seems we're going on the take And who cares if it's farmland or it's weeds Shaking off the growing pains I'll take my chances in the changes Empty is the colour of the free I lose my time, I fall awake It's back with tolls and bills to shake And still we're holding on, we're closely keeping I'm still searching in these times For little wins and hopeful signs Or just the center of the line that's holding me The curtains in the morning sun A trace you left, and now it's gone The answer that you look for in your sleep Still the bird is on his wire And the falcon's in his gyre Empty is the colour of the free