Hollow Body

Let's start today off with the notion
That it could just be the weather treading on my thoughts.
The air swaying commotion
This could surly dampen me as well
I see the rain, oh how it fell, as if to ease me
I couldn't tell you,
For you're not here for me to tell
Can you hear the rain
Tapping on your skin
Won't you let it in so it can possibly dampen this ringing

Mirror mirror on the wall we haven't spoken
In awhile but should you get this call
Send a doctor, send a surgeon who will see it through
That this operation ends with me forgetting
Who got me this far from you
"Where are all of your friends?
This worried world breaks and bends.
Where are all of your friends?
They can't be far from gone but I still can't mend.
No, they can't be far from gone so my love I'll send."
Pull it apart
Pluck at your heart
Playing on your red guitar

(Come on) I can't stop talking to me.
I just keep tapping on my shoulder
Only turning to see myself and me.
It seems I need to find myself some company

Pull it apart
Pluck out your heart
Playing on your red guitar
Playing on your red guitar
Harmony, everything dear to me
Playing on your red guitar
Playing on your red guitar
Oh, doctor doctor can you fill in the space?
I've gone through numerous bottles and now I've run out of chase.
It seems I need to find a face who's been
Diagnosed with a familiar case. (just like the one I can't erase)

"Where are all of your friends?
This worried world breaks and bends.
Where are all of your friends?
They can't be far from gone but I still can't mend.
No, they can't be far from gone so my love I'll send."