Everybody loves a happy ending But no-one likes to say a sweet goodbye Am I prematurely lamenting Talking to the shapes in the sky Goodbye I found a box of folded faded photographs A torn and tattered timeline of your life Under the bed an empty bled crystal caraffe A vessel void of spirit and strife And as the rays of the streetlight Paint this windowpane I read the letter again and again and again And in a flash of revelation I realise All I have are empty hands These are the words of a broken hearted man Stuck between the deep blue sea and the devil Doesn't sound too bad right now Waking up for a day of hallucination Digging up the seeds you meticulously sowed And as the rays of the streetlight Paint this windowpane I read the letter again and again and again And in a flash of revelation I realise All I have are empty hands These are the words of a broken hearted man