Some nights he's weightless He has to travel His mouth is gravel And there's an empty feeling within his heart... Eye on the fuelguage Westchester thruway That triple octane Won't contain the empty feeling in dolby's heart... Same old insecurity strap him into his carseat And a sump started leaking all over new jersey Gas stations everywhere - Not one drop to fill me.
Big hunk of carrot cake Blueberry milkshake Fistful of coldrex Won't fix the empty feeling in lizzy's heart... So she flicks on the tv Takes in a movie But all those memories Won't erase the empty feeling from in her heart... Then a dog woke inside her head to watch the explosion And a pipe started leaking as she bent to the basin Fruit juice everywhere - Not one drop to fill me
'you could be the one' she whispered 'listen - love is all you've ever wanted All you'll ever need.'
End of our summer Your body weightless in condensation My heart learned to swim And the feeling was gone again.
