Beck - Blackhole Lyrics
Windy, windyLooking for a better homeGot me, got meRunnin out of lightbulbsCloudy, cloudyOpen to a wastecanYellow car, yellow carBetter be inside thereWake up, wake upNothins gonna harm youGlass wall, glass wallStandin on the furnitureLittle boy, little boyLayin on a sleeping bagWatching, watchingThrough the cracks of his eyelidsStranger, strangerFeeling on a broken stoneLost him, lost himStandin on the orange chairsAlphabet, alphabetCant afford a telephoneBlack hole, black holeNothins gonna harm you