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
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