The Clientele - E.M.P.T.Y. lyrics

When I'm riding home at night now I get in so tired To the saws and bows that spell out E-M-P-T-Y But driving west now, half past five My skin is cut, my hands are knives I could be anyone alive But I just can't fit and it's too late to quit When the night air comes to me I wonder if the days I've lived through count With the world strung like a rosary Through faces moving in the crowd What is the colour and the number When the happiness begins? When the knight waits in the laurels Hesitating I found a clarity I'd never known In f*g-end weeks before I left for school The darkness in the pylons and the smoke and creosote Canceling the faces that we knew Did they forget the light inside your eyes? Those simple words, those lover's sighs? The hand is dealt, the cards are played But I just can't fit and it's too late to acquit I saw them and I knew them all Inside a sheet of flame I saw them and I knew them all Inside a sheet of flame When I'm riding home at night now I get in so tired To the saws and bows that spell out E-M-P-T-Y E-M-P-T-Y E-M-P-T-Y