Push Button Objects - An Eagle in Your Mind (Consumed and Regurgitated by the P.B.O. Ster!) 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