There is a place called ’emptiness’;
We live it everyday –
It’s in the eyes of passers-by,
And waiting, waiting for us, all the time

There is an echo down the way,
A sound of years ago;
We hear its message in the wind
Of yielding, yielding softly to the touch

But if you stop – if you dare stop –
The film’s about to start again:
You’re seat is gone, so you
Will have to stand

But still it is in emptiness –
The crowding tide has gone back out,
And sleep’s the best dream that you have;
To just forget is all
It’s all you want
It’s all you need

It’s all
That’s
Left