Hurry, It's blurry, I can't see through the dark
Lately , You're hurting, You keep looking back at the clock
We're crawling on a tightrope, feel the way the cold chokes
We're holding on but we see the end
Staring out the window, fading out in slow mo
Heavens on the edge of my wrist
Our blood stains the carpet, In my mind it's harmless
I tried to fight it
But drift in subconscious,
What if I wait, What if I wait, it's breaking me.
I'm so hollow, I'm so hollow
Sleeping inside our coffin
I'll always be a deadman walking
It's too late to change
It's too late to stay
White lights, blind me
An angel points at me with her gun
Our blood stains the carpet, In my mind it's harmless
I tried to fight it
But drift in subconscious,
Hollow Video (MV)
Performed By: Hands Like Houses
Language: English
Length: 3:31
Written by: Kwaician Traylor, Marcelese Cooper
Hands Like Houses - Hollow Lyrics
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English
Hurry, It's blurry, I can't see through the dark
Lately , You're hurting, You keep looking back at the clock
We're crawling on a tightrope, feel the way the cold chokes
We're holding on but we see the end
Staring out the window, fading out in slow mo
Heavens on the edge of my wrist
Our blood stains the carpet, In my mind it's harmless
I tried to fight it
But drift in subconscious,
What if I wait, What if I wait, it's breaking me.
I'm so hollow, I'm so hollow
Sleeping inside our coffin
I'll always be a deadman walking
It's too late to change
It's too late to stay
White lights, blind me
An angel points at me with her gun
Our blood stains the carpet, In my mind it's harmless
I tried to fight it
But drift in subconscious,
Lately , You're hurting, You keep looking back at the clock
We're crawling on a tightrope, feel the way the cold chokes
We're holding on but we see the end
Staring out the window, fading out in slow mo
Heavens on the edge of my wrist
Our blood stains the carpet, In my mind it's harmless
I tried to fight it
But drift in subconscious,
What if I wait, What if I wait, it's breaking me.
I'm so hollow, I'm so hollow
Sleeping inside our coffin
I'll always be a deadman walking
It's too late to change
It's too late to stay
White lights, blind me
An angel points at me with her gun
Our blood stains the carpet, In my mind it's harmless
I tried to fight it
But drift in subconscious,
Writer: Kwaician Traylor, Marcelese Cooper
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid