Keen to the shifting wind
I bend to it blind
To rid these kisses of sin
That must stay behindSour the fruit of neglect
The core of my doubt
Deprived are my veins you infect
With or withoutFate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soulThe ground on which we leave on
How strangely fuels the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soulSeeds of uprooted chance
Are grains of goodbye
Waving boughs so slowly dance
Questioning whyFate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soulThe ground on which we leave on
How strangely fuels the season
Of hollow soulFate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soulFate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soulThe ground on which we leave on
How strangely fuels the season
Of hollow soul, of hollow soulFate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soulFate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soul