In the Hollow Air
Courtesy had diseased the night and all its monstrous friends
Pale under a sea of filtered moonlight, I was free-standing but not unhinged
And the howls of those lusty wolves, ne'er tamed to earn their kill
Or the wanderings of the vampiress, barging in under others' supposed will
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
I always came to find spider's silk
Laced around my neck
The sort of sticky bait
That left me frenzied and perplexed
I am not won by the shrieks and cries
Of a hungering, hairy maw
I am with the ravens, flying leagues above his harrowing façade
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
But haunted by my own self
Under no stretch of night to hide
The present moment divides the darkness
By the hand that silently guides
By the hand that never fades
Not heavenly held, nor taken away
I see her ghost coming towards me
And she putters out my name
Haunted by the face of love lost
The night hangs since low
Haunted by the face of love lost
The night hangs since low
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
Pale under a sea of filtered moonlight, I was free-standing but not unhinged
And the howls of those lusty wolves, ne'er tamed to earn their kill
Or the wanderings of the vampiress, barging in under others' supposed will
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
I always came to find spider's silk
Laced around my neck
The sort of sticky bait
That left me frenzied and perplexed
I am not won by the shrieks and cries
Of a hungering, hairy maw
I am with the ravens, flying leagues above his harrowing façade
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
But haunted by my own self
Under no stretch of night to hide
The present moment divides the darkness
By the hand that silently guides
By the hand that never fades
Not heavenly held, nor taken away
I see her ghost coming towards me
And she putters out my name
Haunted by the face of love lost
The night hangs since low
Haunted by the face of love lost
The night hangs since low
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
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Writer(s): Pierce Moen
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