Hollow

In the reeds that we love

We are pulled apart

When the bottle's up and down

You can meet us at the white oak

Oh I can look past

You know you are your father’s son

When you see right to the other side

Never came to a stop

Always needed a counterweight

We lived on the corner of it

All of your reasons to be this one

All of your atoms fought

Oh I can look past

You know you are your father’s son

When you're counting down to always one

I'll always come to take you home

My weaknesses carried on by other ones now

A camera lens

Leave it for another man

Oh I can look past

You know you are your father’s son

When your eyes see what you always are

I'll always come to take you home

Keep it here in the hollow