Hollowed and empty seemed to be your tune
Playing on the piano in the crowded room
Soulless eyes the color of grey blue
Glimmered in the candlelight of your hollow tune
The waiter came over and a drink appeared
A red glass of wine it could have been tears
You sipped slowly as you play along
Beating out tunes to a sad sad song
I sat and wondered what made you this way
Who was she, did your heart she play?
Was it a passionate love or was it lust
Did she really care or was it a bust?
I guess I will never know the truth
Walking out to your lonely tune…
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Hollowed and empty seemed to be your tune
Playing on the piano in the crowded room
Soulless eyes the color of grey blue
Glimmered in the candlelight of your hollow tune
The waiter came over and a drink appeared
A red glass of wine it could have been tears
You sipped slowly as you play along
Beating out tunes to a sad sad song
I sat and wondered what made you this way
Who was she, did your heart she play?
Was it a passionate love or was it lust
Did she really care or was it a bust?
I guess I will never know the truth
Walking out to your lonely tune…
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