Текст Ingrid Michaelson – Empty Bottle

Look at yourself
Are you sad?
Are you sad?
Don’t be afraid

Dust off your hands
And reach into foreign lands
Of your mind
Dont be kind cuz we’re all fools
Each others tools

When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think its time to repaint
It’s time to repaint myself

Try not to peer through plastic eyes
Through plastic eyes
Peel back the rind
And youll find something kind

You’re still you, remember you
Rosy child, strong and wild
With apple lungs
You, you breathe with ease
Floating on the breeze
Floating on the breeze

When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think its time to repaint
It’s time to repaint my…

When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling

Maybe blue or green
Or something in between
Maybe blue, maybe green
Maybe something in between

Maybe blue or green
Maybe something
In between
In between