Empty Handed by The Book Club Lyrics

Let's leave this tomb
Ringing round our head
Let's play dead
We'll come back empty handed

Let's leave the earth today
Fridge door half open
We ride on the milky way
We'll come back empty handed

Let's leave this tomb
Ringing round our head
Let's play dead
We'll come back empty handed

Let's leave the earth today
Fridge door half open
We ride on the milky way
We'll come back empty handed

It's pulling me up
It's pulling me up
There's something
Something that keeps
Pulling me up
I wanna let go
It's pulling me up
There's something
Something that keeps
Pulling me up
She's southpaw on the sheepskin
Going toe to toe with me
She does her witchy eye thing
Where she glows and says my name
I slobber down her make up
To the no from her wonky windpipe

We're hinges in the dark again
I fold her up and I take her shape
Well for another day
I blow up her wonky windpipe

Not another one leaving
Not another one
Born and gone in her sigh
Not another one leaving
Me to face this cheap new time
Torn and taciturn
With still an extra seat on my
Lonely chariot

A funny little feeling
It needs to get away
A stupid fucking feeling
It needs to get away
Let's leave this tomb
Ringing round our head
Let's play dead
We'll come back empty handed

Let's leave the earth today
Fridge door half open
We ride on the milky way
We'll come back empty handed

It's pulling me up
It's pulling me up
There's something
Something that keeps
Pulling me up
I wanna let go
It's pulling me up
There's something
Something that keeps
Pulling me up