The Hollow Men Songtext
von Isabelle Stillman

I been making friends with ghosts
I been holing up
Shying from the streets I′ve roamed
Fixing old books up

Locking doors and singing low
Hoping for the moon
Answers only come and go
Time don't have a tune

Cuz every sidewalk that I wander leaves me twisted up
Climbing over brambles from the weeds of growin′ up
And I wish the barn door hadn't fallen, the spring weren't running gray
And the poster for the circus didn′t look like another day


Chairs in flowered sitting rooms
I haven′t known enough
Writing desks and sugar spoons
Worn-in sweater cuffs

Maybe floods will come again
Or whimpers in the end
I will only listen in
And pray for the hollow men

Cuz every sidewalk that I wander leaves me twisted up
Climbing over brambles from the weeds of growin' up
And I wish the barn door hadn′t fallen, the spring weren't running gray
And the poster for the circus didn′t look like another day

What I'll do now I don′t know
Ain't so bad inside
Other people's windows closed
To live is to hide


Cuz every sidewalk that we wander leaves us twisted up
Climbing over brambles from the weeds of growin′ up
And I wish the barn door hadn′t fallen, the spring weren't running gray
And the poster for the circus didn′t look like another day