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