Season of Hollow Soul
K. D. Lang · Ingénue [Sire] [1992]
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...
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...