There's a hole in my life
A period of nothingness
From October first to the twentieth
I'm floatin', a waste away
Broken is my confidence
Loathing my infatuation over you
And the time I spend
With the T.V. set
What has happened to me?
I entertain myself in a ritual
Searching for an open door
That leads me well away from myself
I'm a bird at heart; bathing in seven colors
I hate to come back and to face this room
As I spend my life doin' things that give me
Nothing in return
I get nothing, nothing in return
And you, you're not here
Do you want it that way? I guess
Now we're sharing this this thing called loneliness, mmm Loneliness
By ten I'm into bed, sheets are cold and the silence
Rings in my ear, I talk to myself
Oh the things I say on my way to sleep
I deny a love I was meant to keep
Could it be? No no
I get nothing, nothing in return
I get nothing no, nothing in return
And you, you're not here
Do you want it that way? I guess
Now we're sharing this this thing called loneliness
And you, you're not here
Do you want it that way? I guess
Now we're sharing this thing called loneliness
Ooh, I hate to come back, face this room
As I spend my life doing things that give me
Nothing in return, no
Nothing in return, that gives me
Nothing, nothing
In return, return, mmm
Return, mmm