Black Holes in the Sand or G.O.M.H.Y.F.C.

in the small hours I realize what I have done
in the small hours I realize what I have done
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and I could not feel the flower in my hand I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand.
in the small hours I realize what I have done
in the small hours I realize what I have done
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and I could not feel the flower in my hand I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand.
in the small hours I realize what I have done
in the small hours I realize what I have done
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and I could not feel the flower in my hand I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand.