| Song | Coming Up Empty |
| Artist | Radio 4 |
| Album | Stealing Of A Nation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Radio 4 | |
| Suburbia - Climb out the window to the street | |
| Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed | |
| Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed | |
| Brush off the want and you give in to the need | |
| Always the ones that no one ever thinks | |
| 5 am and we rush back from the scene | |
| Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see | |
| Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep | |
| If I cant see you soon then I'll meet you in my dreams | |
| Slowly heading down to New Orleans | |
| Always running | |
| Coming up empty | |
| Carried him home, a broken sack of bones | |
| The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne | |
| Make the morning round of apologies | |
| Smoke too many cigarettes cant recollect anything | |
| Never wanted to hurt any one | |
| Always running | |
| Coming up empty |
| zuo ci : Radio 4 | |
| Suburbia Climb out the window to the street | |
| Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed | |
| Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed | |
| Brush off the want and you give in to the need | |
| Always the ones that no one ever thinks | |
| 5 am and we rush back from the scene | |
| Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see | |
| Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep | |
| If I cant see you soon then I' ll meet you in my dreams | |
| Slowly heading down to New Orleans | |
| Always running | |
| Coming up empty | |
| Carried him home, a broken sack of bones | |
| The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne | |
| Make the morning round of apologies | |
| Smoke too many cigarettes cant recollect anything | |
| Never wanted to hurt any one | |
| Always running | |
| Coming up empty |
| zuò cí : Radio 4 | |
| Suburbia Climb out the window to the street | |
| Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed | |
| Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed | |
| Brush off the want and you give in to the need | |
| Always the ones that no one ever thinks | |
| 5 am and we rush back from the scene | |
| Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see | |
| Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep | |
| If I cant see you soon then I' ll meet you in my dreams | |
| Slowly heading down to New Orleans | |
| Always running | |
| Coming up empty | |
| Carried him home, a broken sack of bones | |
| The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne | |
| Make the morning round of apologies | |
| Smoke too many cigarettes cant recollect anything | |
| Never wanted to hurt any one | |
| Always running | |
| Coming up empty |