"Hollow" lyrics
Little did we know, that the world was dying.
That the birds outside, they never sing for us.
Winter time is slow, and the pain she’ll be crying.
My blood runs cold, they never sing for us
Hollow, hollow... I’m empty
Guess we’ll go outside, and face the slaughter.
Of a dead end life, and a world getting smaller.
Shortly you’ll be here, my little darling.
All the birds can crow, and the winter doesn’t matter.
Hollow, hollow... I’m empty
That the birds outside, they never sing for us.
Winter time is slow, and the pain she’ll be crying.
My blood runs cold, they never sing for us
Hollow, hollow... I’m empty
Guess we’ll go outside, and face the slaughter.
Of a dead end life, and a world getting smaller.
Shortly you’ll be here, my little darling.
All the birds can crow, and the winter doesn’t matter.
Hollow, hollow... I’m empty
Writer(s): David Patrick Carroll, Erik Robert Berry, Timothy Powell Saxhaug, Ryan David Young, David Paul Simonett
