Hole in the Weather - David Gray

Crawling out through a hole in the weather

That I might go and see

We came out from it light as a feather

Not in my wildest dreams

Not in my wildest dreams

Possibility loomed like a city

Repeated every phrase

Found it in every cell of my body

The senses in me

The senses in me

The senses in me

Ride the punches, a slave to the rhythm

Brace for the full impact

Someone else starin' back from the mirror

Checks that it’s still intact

Checks that it’s still intact

Checks that it’s still intact

It’s always been there

I forgot to notice it, is all

Forgot to notice

How much I love this place

I really love this place

How much I love this place

Yeah, I really love this place

Dear God, I love this place

I forgot to notice it, is all

I really love this place

I forgot to notice it, is all

How much I love this place

I forgot to notice it, is all

I really love this place

Forgot to notice

Such a cynic, and loathe to admit it

to your shell

See the hawk in the teeth of the gale

Mark out his eye-hole still

See how he’s had his

higher still