Hollow

Little did we know

That the world was dying

That the birds outside

They never sang for us

Winter time it snows

And patiently lying

My blood runs cold

They never sang for us

Hollow

Hollow

Not empty

I guess we'll go outside

And face the slaughter

Of the daily life

And the world getting smaller

Shortly you will hear

My little darling

Now the birds can grow

And the winter doesn't matter

Hollow

Hollow

Not Empty

Hollow

Hollow

Not Empty