I.C.D.K.

Cold Cave

Compositor: Wesley Eisold

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