Hollow Talk

Echo star is a crossing you

Trembling noises that come too soon

Spatial movement which seems to you

Resonating your mass call few

Hollow talking and hollow girl

Voicing up from the root of pain

Never said it was good, never said it was me

Shadow rises and you are here

And then you carve

You cut it out

And everything

Goes back to the beginning

Silence seizes a clotted room

Dying to shed, not a breath too soon

Darkness rises in all you do

Standing and drawn across the room

Spatial movements and butterflies

Shadows scatter without a fight

There has never been bad, there has always been truth

Rooted whispers of the things you lose

And then you carve

You cut it out

And everything

Goes back to the beginning

Goes back to the beginning

There has never been bad, there has always been truth

Rooted whispers of the things you lose