The Empty World - The Cure

As stiff as toys and tall as men

And swaying like the wind torn trees

She talked about the empty world

With eyes like poison birds

She talked about the armies

That marched inside her head

How they made her dreams go bad

But oh, how happy she was, how proud she was

To be fighting in the war

In the empty world

Stiff as toys and tall as men

Swaying like the wind torn trees

She talked about the empty world

With eyes like poison birds