Black Hole - James

I’ve been digging this grave, but now that it’s made

I see that black is one hell of a colour

Want to break out so I start to shout

But the mortician’s returned to his parlour

Black hole

Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music’s so loud

That I can’t concentrate on my sorrow

Let down my hair and find something to wear

And then dance myself into tomorrow

Black hole

I’m in a hole here and all I can see

Are these grey walls that are closing in on me

Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm

Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm

Oh why, why deep holes?

Oh I love my holes

Black hole

If the weather would change these clouds might blow away

And my body’d be wrapped up in sunshine

I want out of this wind that is wearing me thin

Blasting my flesh to the marrow

Why dig holes?

Why deep holes?

Black hole