Holes
AMANDA APATREA, OLOF BJORN DREIJER, ZHALA RIFAT
I free my eyes at the start of time
Maybe this is an obsession of a witchy kind
And I lose myself inside
And I lose myself inside
(Canyon, I'm your wind)
Blows through an empty canyon
I'm your wind
Blows through an empty canyon
I'm your wind
I free my eyes to echo light
Maybe this is an obsession of the death of mine
And I lose myself inside
And I lose myself inside
(Canyon, I'm your wind)
Blows through an empty canyon
I'm your wind
Blows through an empty canyon
I'm your wind
I'm your knife (Zzz)
(Zzz)
