Hollow - Trampled By Turtles

Little did we know

That the world was dying

That the birds outside

They never sing for us

Winter time and snow

And the pain should deny it

My blood runs cold

They never sang for us

Hollow

Hollow

Not empty

I guess we’ll go outside

And face the slaughter

Of a daily life

And a world getting smaller

And shortly you were here

My little daughter

And now the birds can grow

And the winter doesn’t matter