Hollow Talk - Choir of Young Believers

Echoes start as a cross in you

Trembling noises that come to soon.

Spatial movement which seems to you

Resonating your mask or feud.

Hollow talking and hollow girl

Force it up from the root of pain.

Never said it was good, never said it was near

Shadow rises and you are here.

And then you cut

You cut it out

And everything

Goes back to the beginning.

Silence seizes a cluttered room

Light is shed not a breath too soon.

Darkness rises in all you do

Standing and drawn across the room.

Spatial movements are butterflies

Shadows scatter without a fire.

There's never been bad, there has always been truth

Muted whisper of the things she'll move.

And then you cut

You cut it out.

And everything

Goes back to the beginning.

Never said it was good, never said it was new

Muted whisper of the things you feel.