We, are the hollow men
The hollow men
Our dried voices when we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
We, are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Our dried voices when we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass
Or a rat's feet over broken glass, falls the shadow
Life, is very long
As wind in dry grass
Or a rat's feet over broken glass, falls the shadow
Our dried voices when we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
Life, is very long
Falls the shadow
We, are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men (Men [?x])
Falls the shadow
Hollow men
Life, is very long