I am a slave to the release of the song in my throat The roar of the folk in the empty auditoriums As I sing before the real stars shine ♪ I feel it like an echo, calling my name It knows I need it to feel the euphoria The release of the deepest notes I keep And I wonder if loneliness Is a feeling felt or a feeling made Do we make it up as we go along To feed our poetic lines? ♪ A hollow in my insides, I'm keeping it clear For the flicker, the flame, the friction that I need So I nurse it to have, to hold, to keep And I wonder if loneliness Is a feeling felt or a feeling made Yes, I wonder if loneliness Is a feeling felt or a feeling made Do we make it up as we go along To feed our poetic lines?