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

Black holes in the sand

Black holes in the sand

Black holes in the sand