Blood Red Shoes

Counting on the words that just repeat
Hoping soon that it will feel complete
How can we believe in what we see?
How can we believe in what we read?
Always empty, it's out, it's out
Always not me, it's out, it's out
Always empty
Always not me
Moving through the motions step by step (oh woah, oh woah)
Keeping strong, opinions and regret (oh woah, oh woah)
How can we believe in what we say? (oh woah, oh woah)
How can we go on, what happens next? (oh woah, oh woah)