In Empty Phrases Lyrics - Dan Swanö

Here I am in my chamber 

In my room full of words 

Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line 

My poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt 

The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down 

Sentence after sentence in a language not mine 

Loss of point no direction 

A jigsaw where no pieces fit 

I envy the writers and the poets who know the way to the places poetry grow 

There is no harvest if you never sow 

So I beg, steal and borrow wherever I go 

If words were like music this would be a book 

But this is not even worth the time that it took 

Not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always will 

fail 

So very fragile inside 

That's why I hide it in the empty phrases