Jingles playing on the TV screen
Hot coals burning on the summer street, yeah
I love it when the sunshine hits me
I hate it when the cold front comes east
Not wired, I'm just three cups deep
I can't love you if you can't love me
I'm half water and I'm half unseen
I'm so quiet when I do not speak

And oh, how you gonna fill the hole
Hiding underneath your coat?
How you gonna find the words for happiness?
How you gonna rule the world
When you never walk the dog
How you gonna find the cure for emptiness?

Sheets stained lilac with your menstrual blood
Streetlights shining on the both of us
I'm so happy I could blow, explode
All this misery gonna shrink me cold
Long wind blowing through your short black hair
Fat trees waiting for a thin, brown bear
Voices talking on the subway steps
Patron saints of the cigarette

And oh, how you gonna fill the hole
Hiding underneath your coat?
How you gonna find the words for happiness?
How you gonna rule the world
When you only watch the birds?
How you gonna find the cure for emptiness?