empty. [ray lamontagne].

why it's taken me this long to fall in love with this song, i don't know.

the fact that it grabs hold of my heart so tightly amazes me.

She lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
I walk on down the hill,
through the grass, grown tall and brown
and still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain.
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings 
I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusty dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us the quiet love we made.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.