I'm Afraid There's A Hole In My Brain

I dream a little bit

About the chance of seeing you

And outside stays true

And outside through the window pane

And the hole in my brain

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

And honey, it's stunning

At such a peculiar pace

I see the wrinkles in your face

Start to deepen and form

And outside through the window pane

And the hole in my brain

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself

And I said we'll run until the sun burns out

And I'd like to know

Who wants to run until the sun burns out?

And I'd like to, I?d like to

And I said we'll run until the sun burns out

And I'd like to know

Who wants to run until the sun burns out?

And I'd like to, I?d like to

Honey, it's fitting

At such an unusual time

I see the freckles and the lines

Start to darken and sag

And I said we'll run until the sun burns out

And I'd like to know

Who wants to run until the sun burns out?

And I'd like to, I?d like to

And I said we'll run until the sun burns out

And I'd like to know

Who wants to run until the sun burns out?

And I'd like to, I?d like to

And I said we'll run until the sun burns out

Run until the sun burns out

Who wants to run until the sun burns out?

Run until the sun burns out