I.C.D.K. - Cold Cave

I don’t know why

I keep my nose in the dead dirt

Just because I stepped on a rake once

Trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower

Oh, you

Oh, me

I don’t know why

I keep my nose in the dead dirt

Just because I stepped on a rake once

Trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower

I see decay, in the coming days

I don’t know why

I keep my nose in the dead dirt

Just because I stepped on a rake once

Trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower

Oh, you

Oh, me