Letras:Daryl Hall & John Oates. Beauty On A Back Street. The Emptyness.

I spent last night trying to write to you
But the words wouldn't come,
I couldn't go on
And the telephone won't do

I'm sick and tired of hearing
"You're never home"
Yet I'm sick in the head and the hotel
beds don't feel right
Though I hope it doesn't show
I feel a hollow down below
And there's nothing, nothing for me to say

I feel The Emptyness inside me
The Emptyness inside me
I have this feeling and I've got to get back
This feeling that I've got to get back to you

There's no one else
There's nothing else
There's no one else
I hear myself saying again and again....
Even if it doesn't show
I feel a hollow down below
And there's nothing, nothing for me to say

I feel The Emptyness inside me
I hope it doesn't show
The Emptyness inside me
Like a hollow down below
I have this feeling and I've got
to get back
This feeling that I've got to get back to you
I feel nothing but The Emptyness