The Cure — The Empty World

As stiff as toys and tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poison birds She talked about the armies That marched inside her head How they made her dreams go bad But oh, how happy she was, how proud she was To be fighting in the war In the empty world Stiff as toys and tall as men Swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poison birds