Pulp Follow

As I lay / down in the bedroom, / there came a sound / from far away.
As I strained / my ears to listen / I could hear / a thin voice say:
"In your heart / there's no emotion, / and your soul,
your soul just dried away.
There's no love, / no love left in your / body;
standing empty forever, / and colder / every day."
So I spent / a night without you, / oh yes, I spent / a night outdoors.
Staring in / to unknown faces, / trying to feel / just like before.
In your heart / there's no emotion, / and your soul,
your soul just dried away. / There's no love, / no love left in your / body;
standing empty forever, / and colder / every day.
Oh yeah. / No I don't
believe in voices, / because I hear / them all the time,
scraping tears / from hardened faces / with their stu- / pid ugly rhymes.
In your heart / there's no emotion, / and your soul,
your soul just dried away.
There's no love, / no love left in your body; / standing empty forever,
and colder / every day.
Standing empty forever, / and colder / every day.
And this is where the story starts, / holding hands / that hold you forever,
only love / will keep you together.
Holding hands / that hold you forever, / holding hands
that throw you forever / away, / away, / oh.