I was always able to write my way out. The song always made sense to me. But now I find when I look down every page is empty. There is nothing to describe except the moon still bright against the worrying sky. I pray the trees will get their leaves soon. So tell me where to put my love. Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love. And when it came it was stranger than I had ever imagined. No cracking open of heaven but quiet and still. All my friends are getting ill. So tell me where to put my love. Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love. So tell me where to put my love. Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love. My arms emptied. The skies emptied. The billboards emptied. My arms emptied. The skies emptied. The buildings emptied. So tell me where to put my love. Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love. My arms emptied. The skies emptied. The billboards emptied. My arms emptied. The skies emptied. The buildings emptied.