Hollow

Little did we know

That the world was dying

That the birds outside

They never sang for usWinter time it snows

And patiently lying

My blood runs cold

They never sang for usHollow

Hollow

Not empty

I guess we'll go outside

And face the slaughter

Of the daily life

And the world getting smallerShortly you will hear

My little darling

Now the birds can grow

And the winter doesn't matter

Hollow

Hollow

Not EmptyHollow

Hollow

Not Empty