Holed Up from Holed Up by Seth Hanson
Tracklist
6. | Holed Up | 5:02 |
Lyrics
Beside the beach and the fallen oak
Beside the beach and the fallen, fragile oak
Burrowed into, emptied winter, following river boats
And White washed roads and frozen friends
The white washed roads bring frozen friends
And The cops who claim to know the holy wind
With the Boiling sea and my broken hand
The boiling sea cleans my broken hand
And I've given up in hoping, not in chance
I'm holed up in the chosen land
Sheltered breeze and the shiverin' sigh
The sheltered breeze calls the shiverin' sigh
The painted clouds, weighing down the sky
Washed out in the sandy tide
Washed and drowned in the sun-warmed brine
But lost the same, safe but never mine
I remember when we saw the looming dam
Remember stepping carefully into its closing grasp
Given up in chasing, not in traps
Holed up in the chosen land