Hallow

I hold the pen, slip right under And spend all day inside I get angry when i write letters to myself I drink the rain and call for thunder But can't survive the storm I get jealous so i write letters to myself I lift my head and look beyond her I'm not turning round again I'm not stupid so i know the letters go unread So i take myself to a quiet corner And work all through the night I'll build a model of you I feel nothing when i hear you talk 'Cause i know that you don't read them Now that all i have is time I'll build a model of you I feel nothing when i see you smile And you're coming around again Maybe in a thousand letters time I'll have a model of you