Oh, fill me.
I am full of myself—
Empty, empty,
Empty am I.
The more I have of you,
The more of you I need;
The more I see of you,
The more of you I seek;
The more I taste of you,
The more for you I yearn.
Oh, fill me.
I am so full of petty things
That I remain empty,
Empty—
For nothing can fill me save you.