Young Knives Another Hollow Line
A lonely smile in the clouds
And the smell of foreign bodies
He waits for you to ask him out
Three hours sitting in the lobby
It's another hollow line
From a wooden body
And you know you love him
Because you know he loves you
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Just another hollow line
I heard you getting into Zen
And you've got a Buddhist friend
I didn't think you had the patience
I guess, you've proved me wrong again
Who are you?
Who are you?
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Just another hollow line
One day you're sitting very still
And repeating of a burden
Then next you are wearing Fabergé, oh dear
On your way to Covent Garden
It's another hollow line
From a wooden body
And you know you love him
Because you know he loves you
Who are you?
Who are you?
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Just another hollow line
