Cure For Emptiness

Jingles playing on the TV screen

Hot coals burning on the summer street, yeah

I love it when the sunshine hits me

I hate it when the cold front comes east

Not wired I'm just three cups deep

I can't love you if you can't love me

I'm half water and I'm half unseen

I'm so quiet when I do not speak

And oh, how you gonna fill the hole

Hiding underneath your coat?

How you gonna find the words for happiness?

How you gonna rule the world

When you never walk the dog

How you gonna find the cure for emptiness?

Sheets stained lilac with your menstrual blood

Streetlights shining on the both of us

I'm so happy I could blow, explode

All this misery gonna shrink me cold

Long wind blowing through your short black hair

Fat trees waiting for a thin, brown bear

Voices talking on the subway steps

Patron saints of the cigarette

And oh, how you gonna fill the hole

Hiding underneath your coat?

How you gonna find the words for happiness?

How you gonna rule the world

When you only watch the birds?

How you gonna find the cure for emptiness?