Loving the Vacancy

Lyric: ♪ I’ve set two plates at a table for one. The wine is sour, the dinner is done. I’m talking to the chair, giving it a name, Do you like the way I play this waiting game? I’ve memorized the shape of a face I’ve never seen, Living in the static, living in the between. Are you a ghost? Or just a glitch in my head? I’m sleeping on the left, leaving room in the bed. Counting the cracks on the ceiling tiles, Building a bridge across the empty miles. I’m ready to strip, I’m ready to show The parts of the monster that nobody knows. Where are you? (Where are you?) I’m screaming at a shadow that doesn't have a heart! I’m waiting for a finish line that doesn't even start! Give me a soul who can look at the mess, Who can love the disaster behind the address! But the hallway is long and the mirror is dry, I’m a king in a kingdom where nobody cries! (i’m waiting, i’m waiting, i’m nothing) ♪ Maybe you’re unborn. Maybe you’re dead. Maybe you’re a frequency I can't quite thread. I see couples in the street, they’re just wearing skin, But I’m looking for the cage to let the prisoner in. I’m so tired of the "me" I have to pretend to be, I need a witness to the things that I see. Is it madness to love a vacancy? Or is the vacancy the only thing that's real to me? ♪ (No!) ♪ I’ve built a shrine for a person of air, I’m losing my mind and I don’t even care! THE CLOCK. IS. STUCK. I’m screaming at a shadow that doesn't have a heart! I’m waiting for a finish line that doesn't even start! Give me a soul who can look at the mess, Who can love the disaster behind the address! But the hallway is long and the mirror is dry, I’m a king in a kingdom where nobody cries! Still waiting. Still me. Still... just... me. ♪ Video made in: vizzy.io Project by: - LaYzzY