empty corridors

she's got a little house in town

i sometimes go around

there

to see her

and she'll let me deep inside

i sing her love songs

but she'll turn them blind darkness

like she ain't the sentimental type

i keep my heart in my pocket and i hold

i hold it tight

i know that she don't mind if i

go away and i don't call

i know that she don't mind if i'm absent through it all

i know that she don't mind if i

go away and i don't call

i know that she don't mind if i'm absent through it all

through it all

through it all

her skin is softer than the bluest eyes

just with the warmth that i need

gives me a place

to hide from the streetlights burning through the bedroom window

in the shadows yeah there's loneliness we cling to

when the morning comes

we'll go

we'll go our separate ways

ain't no magic my dear

ain't no reason to stay

i know that she don't mind if i

go away and i don't call

i know that she don't mind if i'm absent through it all

i know that she don't mind if i

go away and i don't call

i know that she don't mind if i'm absent through it all

through it all

through it all

and we fall through empty corridors

and we talk in useless metaphors

yeah we fall through empty corridors

and we talk in useless metaphors

and we fall through empty corridors

and we talk in useless metaphors

only cause we're lonely