Hollow

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 usHollow, hollow I'm emptyGuess 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 matterHollow, hollow I'm empty

Songwriters

DAVE SIMONETTPublished by

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