Boards Of Canada - An Eagle in Your Mind lyrics

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 500 meters apart, Who pa**es by, or they advertise. I love you