(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.