Lyrics Fort Wilson Riot - Three Kinds Of Empty Space

The trouble is we're all to careless
I read the veins through your palm
three kinds of space and each are empty
one colored image of the sun
all it takes is someone clever
a soft wicked animal
all the nights we kept silent
something just ahead of you

And all the cool creatures were there
making love to the sound
And all the cool creatures were there
Keeping underground

Get out of that city
and set your heart spinning
get out of that city

There's nothing but the wild and wonder
who am I to question it
You left a curse on something sacred
so here we stand in a myth
all it takes is blind ambition
to be the ghost of everything
all the nights sick with haunting
hungry for another game

And all the cool creatures were there
making love to the sound
And all the cool creatures were there
Keeping underground
And all the cool creatures were there
making love to the sound
And all the cool creatures were there
Keeping underground
Keeping underground