Hollowing Out

Red Telephone

Compositor: Declan Andrews

Oh, what a time to live
I see a slowly burning me
What a sight
I cannot stop
I'm racing, my mind’s on the clock
I'm all I see, I'm here, you’re looking past me

Hollowing, hollowing out
I'm hollowing, hollowing out
Hollowing out

Another good time
Another chance to go
And get in line
Another style has died and now we know
We’re far behind
I need to believe I mean to do such good
I'm down on my knees praying for things that I need

Hollowing, hollowing out
I'm hollowing, hollowing out
Hollowing out