Songtext von Blackhole

Windy, windy Looking for a better home Got me, got me Runnin' out of lightbulbs Cloudy, cloudy Open to a wastecan Yellow car, yellow car Better be inside there Wake up, wake up Nothin's gonna harm you Glass wall, glass wall Standin' on the furniture Little boy, little boy Layin' on a sleeping bag Watching, watching Through the cracks of his eyelids Stranger, stranger Feeling on a broken stone Lost him, lost him Standin' on the orange chairs Alphabet, alphabet Can't afford a telephone Black hole, black hole Nothin's gonna harm you