As the homeland plans enemies Passive attraction, programmed reaction Lonesome for no one when The room was empty and War as we knew it was obsolete Nothing could beat complete denial All we do is talk, sit, switch screens All we do is talk, static split

(On my way) Now I'm on my way to the other side, I'll forget everything I left behind. These empty rooms, Are still filled with you. Away from you. I'm so tired and turned around and scared. I'm lying in empty beds again. We've been alright up to now,

Oh my god I'm missing you My heart is breaking slowly I've been searching out the window In my world of pallid blue And I keep checking my shadow In an empty room My heart will keep on searching I heard your name sail on the breeze I turned my head to

Said your name in an empty room Toute ma vie, etre avec toi Something I would never do I'm alone again When I'm by myself I can be myself Well my life is coming But, I don't know when You were burning now you’re black and gray

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

The fact that I can't deal It hurts to love you But I still love you It's just the way I feel And I'd be lying If I kept hiding It took thirteen beaches to find one empty In the ballroom of my mind Across the county line

To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood, A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an unmade bed, A picture window with a view, and all I think about is you Now I long to lose my senses to love you all over again. The shouted

Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again I'm a ghost of a girl That I want to be most I'm the shell of a girl That I used to know well

Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me The shades go down Alone, listless Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violence Center of her own attention The mother reads aloud, child tries to

The future looks good Woke up starin' at this, starin' at this empty room Looked at thousand different pictures that your mother took of you And the future looks good I swear that you are, you are the future You, you, you You see I had this crazy dream