Black Hole Nights - Jan Blomqvist

Gimme my time back.

Gimme time back.

They lied to me

with flashing lights

skin and tights and

black hole nights…

That grown men cry,

that angels die,

that rivers run dry,

that friends lie.

Step outside

back from wasted days

and nights awake

and years half-baked.

From times I listen,

unthinking…

Not even waiting for

something interesting.

They lied to me

with flashing lights

skin and tights,

black hole nights.

Gimme my time back.

Gimme my time back.

Gimme time back.

Gimme my time back.

Nothing else there…

Gimme my mind back.

Now all I need

is a line back.

Gimme my time back.

Gimme time back.

Nothing else there…

They lied to me

with flashing lights

skin and tights and

black hole nights…

That grown men cry,

that angels die,

that rivers run dry,

that friends lie.

Step outside

back from wasted days

and nights awake

and years half-baked.

From times I listen,

unthinking…

Not even waiting for

something interesting.

They lied to me

with flashing lights

skin and tights,

black hole nights.

Gimme time back.

Gimme my time back.

Nothing else there…

Gimme my mind back.

Now all I need

is a line back.

Gimme my time back.

Gimme time back.

Nothing else there…

Gimme time back.

Gimme time back.

Gimme time back.

Gimme time back.

Gimme time back.