Emm Gryner empty hole

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