Empty House - King Dude

Far beyond a little girl

I was only 17 when I left home

I was only 13 when I was grown

You always said how I could’ve been mother born again

Listen to my words, I’m only singing to you

Won’t you listen to my words?

Beneath the skin of your perfect world

Stands a man with a cruel hand and an empty heart

And that empty house where I was born

Kindled with such loving care I was never shown

Listen to my words, I’m only singing to you

Won’t you listen to my words?

Listen to my words, I’m only singing to you

Won’t you listen to my words?