Letra da Música Hunger Song de The Middle East

I’ve got a hollow inside my stomach
That I can’t seem to fill
With all the things
That I believe

I fill it with mead and I fill it with bread
And I fill it with drink on a
Saturday evening
To Sunday morning

But I’m still hungry
For something to fill me
Ah, make me whole again
So I won’t be hungry anymore
Anymore

My own neighbour knew wood and skin
He was good with his hands always
Heavy with drinking
My own neighbor

My own neighbor’s wife came home
In the early morning
She grabbed the little girl and
She took off in the half-light
To the Best Western

Now he’s looking for
Something to feel this time
True, give his heaviness
Something involved, oh
Feel this time
True, give his heaviness
Something involved, oh

But if you’re
If you’re coming back
To me blindly
But if you’re coming home
Cold and hungry
I’m gonna die (?)

You’re needing form
You would form a baby
For your whole life
Form a lovely
For your fingers (?), oh