As I lay / down in the bedroom, / there came a sound / from far away. / As I strained / my
ears to listen / I could hear / a thin voice say: / ‘In your heart / there’s no
emotion, / and your soul, / your soul just dried away. / There’s no love, / no love left
in your / body; / standing empty forever, / and colder / every day.’ / So I spent / a
night without you, / oh yes, I spent / a night outdoors. / Staring in / to unknown faces,
/ trying to feel / just like before. / In your heart / there’s no emotion, / and your
soul, / your soul just dried away. / There’s no love, / no love left in your / body; /
standing empty forever, / and colder / every day. / Oh yeah. / No I don’t / believe in
voices, / because I hear / them all the time, / scraping tears / from hardened faces /
with their stu- / pid ugly rhymes. / In your heart / there’s no emotion, / and your soul,
/ your soul just dried away. / There’s no love, / no love left in your body; / standing
empty forever, / and colder / every day. / Standing empty forever, / and colder / every
day. / And this is where the story starts, / holding hands / that hold you forever, / only
love / will keep you together. / Holding hands / that hold you forever, / holding hands /
that throw you forever / away, / away, / oh.
