Ray Lamontagne - Empty <br /><br />She lifts her skirt up to her knees <br />Walks through the garden of roses with her bare feet laughing <br />I never learned to count my blessings <br />I choose instead to dwell in my disasters <br />I walk on the down the hill <br />Through grass grown tall and brown <br />And still it’s hard somehow to let go of my pain <br />On past the busted bags and that old and rusted Cadillac <br />That sinks into this field collecting rain <br />Will I always feel this way? <br />So empty, so estranged <br /><br />And of these cut through busted sunsets <br />These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary <br />If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips <br />I spoke these words out loud would no one to hear me? <br />Lay your blouse across the chair <br />Let fall the flowers from your hair <br />And kiss me with that country mouth so plain <br />Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves <br />To me its sounds like they’re <br />Applauding us the sweet love we made <br />Will I always fell this way? <br />So empty so strange <br /><br />Well I looked my demons in the eyes <br />Laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me <br />See I’ve been to hell and back so many times <br />I must admit you kinda bore me <br />There’s a lot of things that can kill a man, there’s a lot of ways to die <br />Yes and some already dead who walk beside me <br />There’s a lot of things I don’t understand <br />Why so many people lie <br />Well it’s the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me <br />Will I always feel this way? <br />So empty so estranged?
