Blackhole

Windy, windy

Looking for a better home

Gotta be, gotta be

Running out of light bulbs

Crowded, crowded

Open to a waste can

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