The Color Fred
"Empty House"

I pace the floors, this empty house
Compare its contents to myself
The phone keeps ringing
I know they could never help
Sometimes it's worse to have the time
Then never have it for yourself
I wish I knew you half as much as I can tell

Why does the road I walk not comfort me?
My mind's always racing down some other street

We cut that conversation short
Before it starts all that again
Maybe we ought to get it over with (over with)
We're scared that we could end it
We count on nothing we don't fear
It's sad to think that there's no guarantees at all
No guarantees at all (No guarantees at all)

Why does the road I walk not comfort me?
My mind's always racing down some other street
Why does the road I walk not comfort me? (not comfort me)
My heart's always racing it nearly stopped
When the lights turned red
it started to break
There was a crash ahead

We pace the floors this empty house
Compare its content to ourself
and every step i left you die
We cut that conversation short
Before it starts all that again, again, again

I pace the floors this empty house
Compare its contents to myself
The phone keeps ringing
I know, I know, I know, I know