Mars Volta Empty Vessels Make The Loudest Sound
if I trust in the wind she will pave me a different
road
I will try and start over but I think I must choose
someone else
I am pulled from the pages where the letters lack the
pigment of trust
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold
I’ve abandoned the outcome in search of the rest I
deserve
you can do what you will with my body but I won’t ring
the bell
I’ve omitted the chapters that bow and admit defeat
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold
I am a mountain
of cavernous people
searching for a lighthouse in the fog
of the flowers that grew from the cracks in the ground
you paved
didn’t you think he would warn me through the thorns of
my waking dreams
when the riddles connected the dots of this
constellation
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold
I am a mountain
of cavernous people
searching for a lighthouse in the fog
I found a reason to leave you with this load
all I can do is forgive your broken heart
trapped in this tower made of amber for too long
all I can do is forgive your broken heart
