โหลดเพลง mp3 Empty - Ray LaMontagne

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through garden of
roses with her bare feet laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disaster

I walk on the 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 bags and
this old and rusted Cadillac
There sinks into the field collecting rain

Will I always feel this way?

So empty so strange

And of these cut through busted sunsets
These cold and damp white
mornings I have grown weary

And through my cracked
and dusty country lips
I spoke these words out
loud with no one to 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 its sounds like they're
Applauding us the sweet love we made

Will I always fell this way?

So empty so strange

Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best,
destroy me.

You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."

There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes, and some already dead that walk beside me

There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well, it's the hurt I hide that
fuels the fires inside me
Will I always feel this way

So empty, so estranged?