Lyrics

Picturesque
And pretty things,
Oh the promise
Perfection brings
It dulls and yet
It never fills
The hollow
Upside down, and inside out
Shiny objects strewn all about
A winding path
That feeds a need to follow
To follow
Just ahead, along the road
Habit forms, want as you’re told
Follow, follow, follow
The crowd
See it there
The gathering
Great in number
And suffering
Hollow, hollow, so hollow
And the rain came down
Yeah, the rain came down
Come out, come out however you are Come out, come out, from the shallow Come out, come out however you are Come out, come out, from the shallow