Hollow Stone

I keep filling myself with emptiness
Diet cola from the grocery store
If I am not dead already I guess
I might as well wait around a few more
Days for a few more ways to go crazy

If reality is it is hazy
I used to be so sure of things before
Which now seem to me to be meaningless
If that is not too decided a word
Perhaps a better term might be "absurd"

What the hell was all the drama about?
Flopping around like a fish on the pier
Death-throes of innocence? Birth-pangs of doubt?
The hour is late: time to get out of here
I would go home if I knew where to go

Holiday hearts echo like hollow stone
Fear over here over there the unknown
I guess you have to die to really know
Flopping around like a fish on the pier
The hour is late: time to get out of here

+Steven Curtis Lance



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