Empty Man – Orla Gartland

I don’t remember you at all
Only the shoes that you wore
I’ve redesigned everything I adore
But your eyes I can’t recall

Blood, bone and metal on the kitchen floor
The manual grips in my hand
Trying to build everything that I can
Why does no one understand?

It’s just darkness in me
No substitute love
So I’m dying to be
Back in your love, back in your love
But you’re just an empty man

I don’t remember a single edge
Or the shape of your shadow
Your blank DNA holds no memories
Nothing God or science can recall

It’s just darkness in me
No substitute love
So I’m dying to be
Back in your love, back in your love

Oh, oh…

It’s just darkness in me
No substitute love
So I’m dying to be
Back in your love, back in your love
It’s just darkness in me
No substitute love
So I’m dying to be
Back in your love, back in your love
But you’re just an empty man