Radio 4 – Letras de Coming Up Empty

Suburbia - Climb out the window to the street
Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed
Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed
Brush off the want and you give in to the need

Always the ones that no one ever thinks

5 am and we rush back from the scene
Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see
Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep
If I cant see you soon then I’ll meet you in my dreams

Slowly heading down to New Orleans

Always running
Coming up empty

Carried him home, a broken sack of bones
The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne
Make the morning round of apologies
Smoke too many cigarettes cant recollect anything

Never wanted to hurt any one

Always running
Coming up empty