She said it's on it's way
It is on its way
It is all in one way.
It's all-in one-way.

I am hollow
I am hollow
I'm incomplete

It is one or the other
Or equal of the two
In the third there is nothing
In the first there is me and you.

I am hollow
I am hollow
I'm incomplete

I got my dreams decorated with the snow of Stockholm
It falls, my recollection of December ought-to-be's.
And in those dreams I break the bondage that ties matter to time.
And I become the one I always wanted
I am I am I me

Goodbye brother should have been, I wish I got to know you better
Whats under this blanket of snow, a new morning, or an ice-patch on the road.
All these involuntary exits to what we like to think we know.
As we search for love, and happiness and peace, and where to 
find the strength to bring us where it is.

If it is till its not
It all cannot be
That makes time an aspect
Of what it means to see.

I am hollow
I am hollow
I'm incomplete

One thing leads to others
Others don't lead to one
Speed may change, not direction
It is set, all has been done.

I am hollow
I am hollow
I'm incomplete

We are
We are
We are incomplete.