Boards of Canada - An Eagle in Your Mind

Holts are nearly always close to the sea
Fallen boulders, old ruins, and cliffs
All at the top of a sand crevice
High above the sea
A safe place for cubs
We wait tense
We're disappointed
She leaves her sprint loaded by others of us
The holts are evenly spaced, about five hundred meters apart
Who passes by, or they advertise

I love you

Written by:
MARCUS SANDISON, MICHAEL SANDISON

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Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED

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