Testo Hollow

How did I end up here?
Guarded and insincere
Walking on tippy toes
Nobody knows

Well it’s all in the eyes , dear
It’s all in the eyes, dears
I could cry, but I’m happy here Hiding my tears

There’s no , morning glory
No Bible, or moral of the story to follow
Beneath it all, we are hollow

Why does it feel so fake?
My mirror’s about to break
Under the moon we take it, bury in a hurry
In…

There’s no , morning glory
No Bible, or moral of the story to follow
Beneath it all, we are hollow-oh
Don’t lеave it to me
I just follow my feet
Right into fragile ground

Don’t lеave it to me
Because as you can see
I just lost what I found

There’s no , morning glory
No Bible, or moral of the story to follow
Beneath it all, we are hollow
Hey-hey-hey-hey-e-e-ey-yeah