Hollow Talk

Echo star is a crossing you Trembling noises that come too soon Spatial movement which seems to you Resonating your mass call few Hollow talking and hollow girl Voicing up from the root of pain Never said it was good, never said it was me Shadow rises and you are here And then you carve You cut it out And everything Goes back to the beginning Silence seizes a clotted room Dying to shed not a breath too soon Darkness rises in all you do Standing and drawn across the room Spatial movements and butterflies Shadows scatter without a fight There has never been bad, there has always been truth Rooted whispers of the things you lose And then you carve You cut it out And everything Goes back to the beginning Goes back to the beginning There has never been bad, there has always been truth Rooted whispers of the things you lose