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 wothout



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