Black Holes In The Sand Testo

Testo Black Holes In The Sand

in the small hours I realise what I have done
in the small hours I realise 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