The anxiety and the burning
For the restless and the yearning
They seek more and more even after the world has stopped turning
They have galactic bombs going off in their minds
They want more than the world can provide
This head is an empty trove
Filled with empty hope and shattered gold
I try I try I try
But no words for the stories untold
We all look to the sky with our closed eyes
Wondering why we're getting no reply
We're all just one, all of our visions blurred
We're seeing nothing. Just what we prefer
This head is an empty trove
Filled with empty hope and shattered gold
I try I try I try
But no words for the stories untold