Empty is a place that I have extreme contempt for And they all know my face, I'm always on a restless detour I haven't touched my sheets I shovel sage 'til nine and dream of liberating banter Of why life's only fine and half the world is fighting cancer I haven't washed my clothes 'Til the guilt kicked in Space, I need my space, This guilt seeps into my space And it's growing inside of me I need my space, The seed, the seed is growing. It's growing inside of me. Empty is a place that I have extreme contempt for And they all know my face, I'm always on a restless detour I haven't touched my sheets, 'til the guilt kicked in It's a crying beauty when the sun begins to shine If only for a moment, a light goes on inside It's a crying beauty when this warmth on my face Nuzzles at me gently and seeps into my space Seeps into my space