This empty space Cannot be filled Your kind words bleed right through me And I could cry but I'd only lose my tears Just another form of release Release what I'm empty You could pass your hand right through my body And touch the wall behind me But who, for all my emptiness, Who would have the strength To lift me up? My faith In mortal man is badly bruised The gods have proven to be deaf Or else they have a perverse sense of humor Apparently these are European gods For there is nothing funnier than a Fat man in a tutu