Blackhole Lyrics – Beck

Windy, windy
Looking for a better home
Got me, got me
Runnin’ out of light bulbs

Cloudy, cloudy
Open to a waste can
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
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Beck Lyrics – Blackhole

Beck

Blackhole