Is there value in the void?
Is there sound to crush through the noise?
Is there a phone that I can call?
Is there a story to be wrought after it all?
You know what I mean
We were so high we couldn't see
That nothing is here,
Nothing is here to stay
Is there a voice inside your head?
All the restless nights that have since been dead?
The streets are quiet these days.
You don't hear a sound when it's so late in the night.
you know what I mean
We were so high we couldn't see
That nothing is here,
Nothing is here to stay