Tara Angell Hollow Hope
The tales of the truth
Aren't ripe for the knowin'
'Cause they're tall
And they're still growing
The balls of my stare
Aren't there as you know it
Isn't there
'Cause I don't show it
My Hollow Hope
My Hollow Dream
I will confess that it is
What it seems
My Hollow Hope
My Hollow Dream
I will confess that it is, yeah
The dust of my song
Has blown away
A trail of a miracle minute
The pillows on my face
They embrace in the shadows
And in sleepy broken arrows
My Hollow Hope
My Hollow Dream
I will confess that it is
What it seems
My Hollow Hope
My Hollow Dream
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah yeah yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah yeah yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah, yeah yeah
I will confess that it is, yeah
