Hollowed (Fine Line Version)
GERALD THOMAS FITZGERALD, DALE GRUNDLE, PETER KELLY, ALICE SIOBHAN LEMON
Can't shake the age that's upon me, cut my arm, count the rings
Darkness follows behind me, blurs my past, pulls me in
And I don't know where I'm going
I don't know where I've been
Seven years near the wish stone,
Lay you down, take your dress,
Clumsy-fingered I fall down,
Sit agape at your sex
But I'm too young to acknowledge
I am too young to confess
It's a fine line I climb every time you try to steer
And I've lost my distance and it's left me here
Another day in the dwelling
Winter seeps into my bones
Let it pass into a headache
Beat the walls, beat the ground