In an empty head, there is no pain,
No misery or melancholy,
No heartbeat toll to sorrow,
Just an empty space for folly.
And folly seems to follow me,
As I wander across the land,
Therefore I keep my head empty,
For as long as I possibly can.
For when I'm open to folly,
I let my heart speak it's mind,
And my heart speaks with foolish words,
And my head acts in kind.
So it's best if I keep my head empty,
That way I can cope with the hurt,
And if I don't let my heart get the better of me,
Then I just may get over her.