All that I need to hear from you
something of value but something untrue
All that I wished that I'd find within you
See how what she wanted and she needed
Tore it all down in the end
Some how like a sickness she infects me
She's simple but deadly my friend
All that I needed to hear from you
Something of value but something untrue
All that I wished that I'd find within you
Stings when I see all the ways that you
Took me for granted and told me it's through
Picked from my pockets and smiled
Empty is nothing and nothing is you
Think I'll just sit for a while
Artist: Horse The Band
Artist: Cloud Cult
Artist: Nighthawks