Cubicle Lyrics - Nc17 - Treble Charger

The news absconded all 

Past duely marked 

Of what you wanted done 

? ? ? ? ? ? been ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 

He walked around his stuff 

As she ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 

The manager speaks of him 

Twenty five years down 

Chorus: 

There's nothing there at all 

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 

It doesn't matter at all 

The emptiness on his face 

Now you've put wrong 

The simple moments of 

Tempering the night 

Stand around my ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 

Of what's involved 

From arguments left out 

Can't you hear the call