Keen to the shifting 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, hollow soul      Seeds of uprooted chance   Are grains of goodbye   Waving boughs so slowly 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      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      The ground on which we leave on   How strangely fuels the season   Of hollow soul, of hollow soul      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, hollow soul