And you feel empty in a different way You rest, it's time to sleep, the end of the day Leave your brushes in an empty cup So hard to catch on, then you found it stuck You're giving it up 'cos you can't be bothered Letting it slide 'cos you're down Cowering away as you've got it covered Turning your back on the town And you feel empty as in washed and clean Used up all the bits, so you've cleared out the scene You put your comments in an article You let them edit down once the page was full Please repeat the question I'm struggling to tell Do you ask about my business? Or just wish me well? Can you please repeat the answer For I cannot decide Do I respond with vigour? Or take it in my stride? And you feel empty as you've lost a time You could really get your claws in, nails filled up with grime Decisions sprang, spontaneous, jumped up to surprise Now nothing springs alive, the medium's sanitised And you feel empty like the pages of a book That had nothing there to read, but you still took a look The broken paintings that you tried to pull apart Some say it's noble to suffer for your art Please repeat the question I'm struggling to tell Do you ask about my business? Or just wish me well? Can you please repeat the answer For I cannot decide Do I respond with vigour? Or take it in my stride? Please repeat the action It slipped out of my feel Down onto a pavement Crushed under a heel Can you please repeat responses I'm tangled in applause Effects have been affecting me 'Til they cancelled out the cause