Hollow کے بول

You make me feel hollow The emptiness burns under my skin And I lay awake Hiding dead bodies in my dreams Tonight, and last week And I’m holding on But I don’t like this The sky is a shade of darkness And it is clouding my judgment Cold feet on and unvarnished floor Part of me still feels warm From the light that’s coming through the window And I’m holding on Somehow, I’m holding on But I don’t like this The sky is a shade of darkness Why is it clouding my judgment 'Cause you’re scared To sit in the front seat while where driving 'Cause its moving too fast You don’t want to strap yourself in for the ride 'Cause I don’t like this 'Cause this place feels old now