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

I leave it all in ruins 'Cause I don't know what I'm doing I'm hard on things that matter Hold a heart so tight it shatters So I stay away from things that break Time is ticking I was born a fool in a china cabinet Drawn to the delicate like it's a