Who was loving her then Way back when Those were the days of praise In so many ways Filled with many tears Those hollow years Loved by no one so she loved herself
Short of breath from time to time Change the chimes That is a day to claim your mind In the nick of time Filled with many fears Those hollow years Sung to by no one so she sang to herself
La, la,la, la, la
Giving life no chance to live It's get or give Oh, well those were the days of guilt and shame In a constant game Filled with many ears Those hollow years Gave into everything but she took from herlsef
So what does she do now? How to "how" These are the days of waitress trays In a lovely haze Filled with fewer cheers These hollow years Is lead by no one so she follows herself
