This hole you've grown
Field full of clovers you call home
Roots spread until they take the person you had known
I'll clip your wings
Each cut runs deeper into me
Catatonic state that I slip into until spring
Close, close my eyes
And wish for day
To bring the break
Close, close my eyes
And wish for you
Wish for you
This hole you've grown
Field full of clovers you call home
Roots spread until they take the person you had known
Can never please
The expectations that you seek
Present my soul and leave it without remedy
Without remedy
Without remedy
impossible to tire of this endlessly brilliant and beautiful album. thanks guys!! can't wait for a reprint of the t-shirts, definitely need one here! bensonbear