| Song | Empty |
| Artist | Del Amitri |
| Album | Waking Hours |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Don't get so distressed | |
| If the good life won't arrive | |
| You've been reading s.o.s. | |
| When it's just your clock reading 5:05 | |
| And why are you so possessed | |
| By the thought that she got free | |
| And why are you figuring who's the best | |
| When just your luck ran out | |
| And she chose me | |
| We do not lie side by side | |
| And mock the thought of you | |
| And i don't take her hand and ask | |
| Is this what he used to do? | |
| 'cos i just want to free her from | |
| Your jails of jealous dreams | |
| 'cos at least a house when it's empty | |
| Stays clean | |
| I won't pretend | |
| That i was simply swayed | |
| It was a two way thing not a | |
| Three day fling | |
| No secrets kept, no truth betrayed | |
| And here's the house that held | |
| The nightmare that went on | |
| And you're sitting there wishing you'd never been born | |
| With that self-inflicted crown of thorns | |
| We do not lie side by side | |
| And mock the thought of you | |
| And i don't take her hand and ask | |
| Is this what he used to do? | |
| 'cos i just want to free her from | |
| Your jails of jealous dreams | |
| 'cos at least a house when it's empty | |
| Stays clean | |
| I won't pretend | |
| That i'm the saviour of the innocent and bad | |
| But put two withered old blooms in a couple of rooms | |
| And they'll behave like lunatics | |
| And crave what makes them sad | |
| So here's a card that says | |
| Happy twenty-second birthday and i wish you were dead | |
| And here's a house that held | |
| A bevy of devils and an angel as well | |
| And you want what i've got | |
| When all i've got is guilt | |
| And a room that won't stay still | |
| Filled with pockets full of crumpled up money and | |
| A mantelpiece littered with bills | |
| 'cos at least a house when it's empty | |
| Stays clean |
| Don' t get so distressed | |
| If the good life won' t arrive | |
| You' ve been reading s. o. s. | |
| When it' s just your clock reading 5: 05 | |
| And why are you so possessed | |
| By the thought that she got free | |
| And why are you figuring who' s the best | |
| When just your luck ran out | |
| And she chose me | |
| We do not lie side by side | |
| And mock the thought of you | |
| And i don' t take her hand and ask | |
| Is this what he used to do? | |
| ' cos i just want to free her from | |
| Your jails of jealous dreams | |
| ' cos at least a house when it' s empty | |
| Stays clean | |
| I won' t pretend | |
| That i was simply swayed | |
| It was a two way thing not a | |
| Three day fling | |
| No secrets kept, no truth betrayed | |
| And here' s the house that held | |
| The nightmare that went on | |
| And you' re sitting there wishing you' d never been born | |
| With that selfinflicted crown of thorns | |
| We do not lie side by side | |
| And mock the thought of you | |
| And i don' t take her hand and ask | |
| Is this what he used to do? | |
| ' cos i just want to free her from | |
| Your jails of jealous dreams | |
| ' cos at least a house when it' s empty | |
| Stays clean | |
| I won' t pretend | |
| That i' m the saviour of the innocent and bad | |
| But put two withered old blooms in a couple of rooms | |
| And they' ll behave like lunatics | |
| And crave what makes them sad | |
| So here' s a card that says | |
| Happy twentysecond birthday and i wish you were dead | |
| And here' s a house that held | |
| A bevy of devils and an angel as well | |
| And you want what i' ve got | |
| When all i' ve got is guilt | |
| And a room that won' t stay still | |
| Filled with pockets full of crumpled up money and | |
| A mantelpiece littered with bills | |
| ' cos at least a house when it' s empty | |
| Stays clean |
| Don' t get so distressed | |
| If the good life won' t arrive | |
| You' ve been reading s. o. s. | |
| When it' s just your clock reading 5: 05 | |
| And why are you so possessed | |
| By the thought that she got free | |
| And why are you figuring who' s the best | |
| When just your luck ran out | |
| And she chose me | |
| We do not lie side by side | |
| And mock the thought of you | |
| And i don' t take her hand and ask | |
| Is this what he used to do? | |
| ' cos i just want to free her from | |
| Your jails of jealous dreams | |
| ' cos at least a house when it' s empty | |
| Stays clean | |
| I won' t pretend | |
| That i was simply swayed | |
| It was a two way thing not a | |
| Three day fling | |
| No secrets kept, no truth betrayed | |
| And here' s the house that held | |
| The nightmare that went on | |
| And you' re sitting there wishing you' d never been born | |
| With that selfinflicted crown of thorns | |
| We do not lie side by side | |
| And mock the thought of you | |
| And i don' t take her hand and ask | |
| Is this what he used to do? | |
| ' cos i just want to free her from | |
| Your jails of jealous dreams | |
| ' cos at least a house when it' s empty | |
| Stays clean | |
| I won' t pretend | |
| That i' m the saviour of the innocent and bad | |
| But put two withered old blooms in a couple of rooms | |
| And they' ll behave like lunatics | |
| And crave what makes them sad | |
| So here' s a card that says | |
| Happy twentysecond birthday and i wish you were dead | |
| And here' s a house that held | |
| A bevy of devils and an angel as well | |
| And you want what i' ve got | |
| When all i' ve got is guilt | |
| And a room that won' t stay still | |
| Filled with pockets full of crumpled up money and | |
| A mantelpiece littered with bills | |
| ' cos at least a house when it' s empty | |
| Stays clean |