Hollow Bones

Time to close the window, this is more than a breeze

The birds have all gone quiet in the bending trees

They worry about their hollow bones

And wonder will the branches break

And leave them with no hope no chance against the wind

The heart is more an engine than a metaphor for love

It's practical, efficient but it's heavy with blood

Heavy on my hollow bones

I wonder will the branches break

And leave me with hope no chance against the wind

An empty heart, is as light as a feather

Filling it with love - is nothing but a tether

Blame it on my heart, as light as a feather

Taking by the wind, when I'm ready to surrender

With my hollow bones

And all these empty aches

And I'm alone, no chance against the wind

So once again I let love in

It's another chance I'll take

Just so I won't face another night alone