Your heart is empty, did you not know?
There is no room for anything to grow
There is not land for flowers to bloom
No your heart is full of empty room.

Your head is the sea, does it ever call?
Ye waves are crashing twenty feet tall
There is no safety for a boat to glide
The waves are the thing that cause you to hide.

A poet could lie and make up his own
Or hers, whatever, and steal someone's home
They could capture ones heart but that I couldn't do
I could never capture the empty heart of you.