WHERE THE HOLE’S PUNCHED THROUGH 

The air is cold and steel and blue.

You feel it too. You feel it...

Someone breaks the glass and the night falls through.

You feel it too. You feel it...

A Window Man that no one knew.

You feel it too. You feel it...

 

I watch the sun that burns in sweet light.

I know I’m not alone. And nothing’s black and white.

And I feel the wind where the hole’s punched through.

I know you feel it too. You feel it...

 

She held my wrist and she cried for you.

You felt it too. You felt it...

Trampled vines where the ravens flew.

You felt it too. You felt it...

Someone burned the field, but they don’t know who.

You felt it too. You felt it...

 

People disappear without a clue.

Swallowed by the ground. Then the earth’s renewed.

 

I watch the sun that burns in sweet light.

I know I’m not alone. And nothing’s black and white.

I feel the wind where the hole’s punched through.

I know you feel it too. You feel it...

You feel it...

You feel it...

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Jim Walker - Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Drum Programming, Percussion, Vocals