| Song | Empty Air |
| Artist | Flotsam & Jetsam |
| Album | Drift |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
| Feeling shell shocked | |
| Barbed wire, | |
| I'm torn apart | |
| Warheads dead ends, parties only we attend | |
| The runaround, out of ground | |
| Your goddamned sympathy wears me down | |
| I've spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Concrete breaks my fall | |
| Troubles, ten stories tall | |
| Sunshine, | |
| I can't sleep | |
| Just like my life on | |
| TVChurch bells drown me out | |
| My ears ring your favorite sound | |
| I've spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Clench my fists to strands | |
| That really don't exist | |
| I try not to fool myself | |
| But still | |
| I can't resist | |
| I can't resist | |
| I've spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Clench my fists to strands | |
| That really don't exist | |
| I try not to fool myself | |
| But still | |
| I can't resist | |
| Blood born my loss | |
| Nailed to more than just a cross | |
| Driven hard, brick fence | |
| My twenty first second chance | |
| Shell shocked, barbed wire | |
| Warheads, your god damned sympathy | |
| Concrete ten stories tall | |
| Ten stories tall, ten stories tall | |
| Feeling shell shocked | |
| Empty airEmpty air |
| zuo ci : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
| Feeling shell shocked | |
| Barbed wire, | |
| I' m torn apart | |
| Warheads dead ends, parties only we attend | |
| The runaround, out of ground | |
| Your goddamned sympathy wears me down | |
| I' ve spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Concrete breaks my fall | |
| Troubles, ten stories tall | |
| Sunshine, | |
| I can' t sleep | |
| Just like my life on | |
| TVChurch bells drown me out | |
| My ears ring your favorite sound | |
| I' ve spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Clench my fists to strands | |
| That really don' t exist | |
| I try not to fool myself | |
| But still | |
| I can' t resist | |
| I can' t resist | |
| I' ve spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Clench my fists to strands | |
| That really don' t exist | |
| I try not to fool myself | |
| But still | |
| I can' t resist | |
| Blood born my loss | |
| Nailed to more than just a cross | |
| Driven hard, brick fence | |
| My twenty first second chance | |
| Shell shocked, barbed wire | |
| Warheads, your god damned sympathy | |
| Concrete ten stories tall | |
| Ten stories tall, ten stories tall | |
| Feeling shell shocked | |
| Empty airEmpty air |
| zuò cí : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
| Feeling shell shocked | |
| Barbed wire, | |
| I' m torn apart | |
| Warheads dead ends, parties only we attend | |
| The runaround, out of ground | |
| Your goddamned sympathy wears me down | |
| I' ve spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Concrete breaks my fall | |
| Troubles, ten stories tall | |
| Sunshine, | |
| I can' t sleep | |
| Just like my life on | |
| TVChurch bells drown me out | |
| My ears ring your favorite sound | |
| I' ve spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Clench my fists to strands | |
| That really don' t exist | |
| I try not to fool myself | |
| But still | |
| I can' t resist | |
| I can' t resist | |
| I' ve spent my life | |
| Reaching out to empty air | |
| Seeking faster all the time | |
| But no one seems to care | |
| Clench my fists to strands | |
| That really don' t exist | |
| I try not to fool myself | |
| But still | |
| I can' t resist | |
| Blood born my loss | |
| Nailed to more than just a cross | |
| Driven hard, brick fence | |
| My twenty first second chance | |
| Shell shocked, barbed wire | |
| Warheads, your god damned sympathy | |
| Concrete ten stories tall | |
| Ten stories tall, ten stories tall | |
| Feeling shell shocked | |
| Empty airEmpty air |