文本歌词

Empty (空的) - Ray LaMontagne
Lyrics by：Ray LaMonta
Composed by：Ray LaMonta
Arranged by：Ethan Johns
Produced by：Ethan Johns
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet laughin'
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back of that
Old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain
Will I always feel this way
So empty so estranged
And of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we've made
Will I always feel this way
So empty so estranged
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said 'Do your best destroy me
See I been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me'
There's a lotta things that can kill a man
There's a lotta ways to die
Yes and some already did and walk beside me
There's a lotta things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way
So empty so estranged