Season Of Hollow Soul — K.D. Lang

Keen to the shifting of wind I bend to it blind To rid these kisses of sin That must stay behind

Sour the fruit of neglect The core of my doubt Deprived are my veins you infect With or without

Fate must have a reason Why else endure the season Of hollow soul The ground on which we leave on How strangely fuels the season Of hollow soul hollow soul

Seed of uprooted chance are grains of goodbye Waving boughs so slowly dance Questioning why

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