i've been digging this grave
but now that it's made
i see that black is one hell of a colour
want to break out so i start to shout
but the mortician's returned to his parlour
black hole
wrapped in my shroud upstairs
the music's so loud
that i can't concentrate on my sorrow
let down my hair and find something to wear
and then dance myself into tomorrow
black hole
i'm in a hole here and all i can see
are these grey walls that are closing in on me
throw me a ladder
lend me an arm
beam me up scotty
lift me from harm
oh why
why deep holes?
oh i love my holes
black hole
if the weather would change these clouds might blow away
and my body'd be wrapped up in sunshine
i want out of this wind that is wearing me thin
blasting my flesh to the marrow
why deep holes?
why deep holes?
black hole