Monday, June 28, 2010

Empty

by Daniel Nahmod

Nothing to say, nowhere to go, nothing to do
I have no promises to make, no one to know, nothing to prove
It's a strange sort of existence, somehow it seems so true

The only thing i really know is that I don't know a thing
The only sound that i hear now is the silence when i sing
The only sight my eyes can see is the darkness of my dreams
This is how I'm born to be
Empty.

I know nothing is wrong, nothing is right, all is in all right now
Everything's gone, ambition and fight, no expectations at all
It's a new kind of intention, somehow it seems so right

The only thing i really know is that I don't know a thing
The only sound that i hear now is the silence when i sing
The only sight my eyes can see is the darkness of my dreams
This is how I'm born to be

I'd be perfectly fine if I stayed this way forever
Nothing on my mind, and I've never felt better

The only thing I really know is that I don't know a thing
The only sound that i hear now, is the silence when i sing
the only sight my eyes can see is the darkness of my dreams
This is how I'm born to be
This is how I'm born to be

Empty