Blackhole Lyrics

Windy 
Windy 
looking for a better home 
gotta be 
gotta be  
running out of lightbulbs 
crowded 
crowded  
open to a wastecan 
yellow car 
yellow car  
better be inside there 
wake up 
wake up 
nothing's gonna harm you 
glass wall 
glass wall  
standing on the furniture 
little boy 
little boy  
laying on a sleeping bag 
watching 
watching  
through the cracks of his eyelids 
stranger  
stranger  
feeling like a broken stone 
lost him 
lost him 
standing on the orange chairs 
alphabet 
alphabet 
can't afford a telephone 
black hole 
black hole 
nothing's gonna harm you