Empty Hole - Emm Gryner

Put my faith in the wrong place

Drunken hearts of golden boys

Government by my piano bench

Sings my sullen worn out voice

Cuz i’m still an empty hole

Floating in canadian cold

Put my feet on a small town street

To get close to being born

Push my rage to the epilogue page

Shove the blue sky in a drawer

Cuz i’m still half of a bird

Hanging onto grown man’s words

Don’t be fooled at sunny smiles

Don’t be fooled by every mile i’ve run

Don’t be fooled at sunny smiles

Don’t be fooled by every mile i’ve run

Do answers come where i store my guns

In the dressing room downstairs

Hide from sight in toronto nights

You wonder why i linger in your air