(Gordon Kennedy/Wayne Kirkpatrick)
There`s a kind of emptiness that can fill you.
There`s a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
There`s a cold and darker side of the moonlight.
An` there`s a lonely side of love.
With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread.
There`s a certain kind of pain that can numb you.
There`s a type of freedom that can tie you down.
Sometimes the unexplained can define you,
And sometimes, silence is the only sound.
With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread.
With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread.