Season of Hollow Soul - k.d. Lang, Ben Mink

    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

    Seeds of uprooted chance
    Are grains of goodbye
    Waving boughs so slowing dance
    Questioning why

    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
    La la la la...
    Fate must have a reason
    Why else endure the season
    Of hollow soul hollow soul

    Fate must have a reason
    Why else endure the season
    Of hollow soul
    La la la la...
    Fate must have a reason
    Why else endure the season
    Of hollow soul
    La la la la...
    Fate must have a reason
    Why else endure the season
    Of hollow soul

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