letra de blackhole – beck

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
gl*ss wall
gl*ss 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
nothings gonna harm you

- letras de beck