Around Hollow Ground

for three nights, i sat in the dark of the shadows you made
cutting the strings that attach to the chances i take
the words that i fear, that i heard in my head, have replayed:
it's already all, it's too late
it's already all, it's too late
dissecting my dreams, what they mean, little pieces that play
lately, they burn all my fingers, and give them away
finally received a response to the calls that i placed
maybe it all is ok
maybe it all is ok

i lean on the edge of hollow ground
careful not to make me fall down
don't want no missing things found

i've learned from the past, that the best way to keep it is wait
if you're ready to settle, just give me the signal, i say
so tired of wandering through this solitary maze
the strings that you're pullin' could break
the strings that you're pullin' could break

i lean on the edge of hollow ground
careful not to make me fall down
don't want no missing things found

when thinking it through, it's so hard to not to be afraid
restless she is, and they all want to take her away
dreading the day when your voice reaches over to say:
it's already all, it's too late
it's already all, it's too late

i lean on the edge of hollow ground
careful not to make me fall down
don't want no missing things found