Izabel Crane – Hollow
Genre Rock

LYRIC
Hollow

I didn't know a body could be hollow
Before his blade ran cold
I didn't know that the wind could sew through tissue and ragged bone
You were hollow when you spoke to me
Hollow when you say
"I thought you might be starvin'
So I gave you everything"

Thorns and rocks and devil's clove and briars and dried red clay
Crocus Blossoms in February and Dahlia in May
Time between a mother's fingers
And speed off of a bridge
Restless leaves at 3 PM
While waitin' for a fix
So come back here and see what's left of me
Is this the wholesome girl you left in Missouri?
My voice is not the now, but the howl of the wind

Come closer dear, hear my teeth rattle in my jar
Come closer dear, hear my teeth rattle in my jar

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