Black Holes In the Sand

In the small hours I realize what I have done

In the small hours I realize what I have done

I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city

I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and

I could not feel the flower in my hand

I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand

Songwriters

TALBOT, NICHOLAS JOHNPublished by

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing