Hello sweet creatureWon't you give me some bloodlike guaranteeI've been listening to myself too longAnd they're making a prophet out of meI'm as empty as a shell can ever beI've been walking through the desertNo it must have been the libraryReading a book which once gave me hopeNow it's making a fool out of meI'm as empty as a shell can ever beLazy dreaming, half remembering, half remarkingto myselfNever noticed that the crowds were leavingNever looked for anyone elseNow it's market day almost every dayYet they give away their love for freeI'm just waiting for a ship to comeAnd it's making a slave out of meI'm as empty as a shell can ever beLazy dreaming, half remembering, half remarking to myselfNever noticed that the crowds were leavingNever looked for anyone elseHello sweet creatureWon't you give me some bloodlike guaranteeI've been listening to myself too longI've been walking through the desertMust have been the library-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Brought to you by Paul Webb pmwebb@cats.ucsc.edu----------------------------------------------------------------------------