It's like singin' to empty tables Or a gallery full of ghosts Or like givin' a great big party Where nobody shows but the host That's what it's been
Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will meet no more. (The ghosts fade away) Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me What your sacrifice was for Empty
shattered from the fight In this tug of war you'll always win Even when I'm right 'Cause you feed me fables from your head With violent words and empty
if I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on slim fast, tank on empty
if I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on Slimfast, tank on empty
in the ending don't you wanna be lost then found Lost then found... Lost then found... Love in the ending we could be lost then found Empty glasses and tables
Heartbreak on vinyl I've been missing you and how The easy street is empty The silence of the sound I guess that the turn tables have turned Round, round
the enemy Don't you want to be lost then found Lost then found, lost then found Love ain't the enemy We could be lost then found Empty glasses on tables
strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof. He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied
quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when I'm not co-operating When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating You
expire, then come back like a riot and reflame the fire "Hangin' out the passenger side of my reagl aimin' at ya mind with a nine when i reload, When the glock is empty
high Hear the streets up ahead cry, when the heat from the lead fly Felt the grief when I said bye, before the sheets on my bed dried The turn of the table
what you ask for I grabbed her by the waist and I sat her on the table Explained how her heartburn she's giving me is painful And now you wanna leave cause you feel empty
charcoal hushed and low Some of them come with a hunger suppressed Not fed them feel the death blow, yo Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table
By patti smith I don't know why I feel this way today The sky is blue the table is laid The trees are heavy with yellow fruit And in their shade children
never understood Why we go through the same things Over and over Baby, im tired Im so damn tired.. You wake up in the morning breakfast on the table