18 Tons

Voice a cold filter

I'm tryin' to sing

But it's empty

'Cause I'm empty

I once walked to the very end

To a moss-covered Heaven

I found a giant and tried to break him

To teach 'em a lesson

'Cause love's sour hate is the thing that I taste

When I've run out of reason

Summer's so far and the sun slips along

Like a promise to return

Voice a cold filter

I'm tryin' to sing

But it's empty

'Cause I'm empty

Everything I love has sunk to the bottom

And it's reachin' out for you

If I dance around questions, walk through the walls

Start paintin' in blue

Just know that I'm tryin'

Know that I'm tryin'

Know that I'm tryin'

I'm tryin'

I sense your hands on the back of my neck

Like a promise to keep me, promise I'm happy

Sense your hands on the back of my neck

Like a promise to keep me, promise I'm happy, yeah