k.d. lang
"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