Hollow کے بول

She said, Love, I feel so anxious Just donate your patience to me What's with the rush? Aren't I enough? And I feel so hollow You left me no words to swallow Just waiting to cave in So when you coming home? My love My love When you coming home? When you coming home For good? Or should I get used to this rotting wood? Turning blue from the dew That came when the seasons changed And I can't explain But I'm getting used to I'm getting used to this rain Hm, so when you coming home? My love My love When you coming home? When you coming home? My love My love When you coming home? When you coming home?