The Hole - Lars Bygdén, Christian Kjellvander

Talking is silver

Silence is gold

Laughter protection

Truth left untold

Anger’s restrained

Tears have run dry

My body’s a cell

There’s a hole here inside

Here we go again

Into my darkest place

Like a sad refrain

That I wrote upon your face

And it’s a loser’s game

And I can not bend the rules

Here we go again

Deeper down into the hole

Together here with you and all alone

My feelings are plenty

My memories few

You’re bringing me presents

But nothing will do

I need the diamonds

Deep down in the mine

They hold the answers

They’ve seen the crimes

Here we go again

Into my darkest place

Like a sad refrain

That I wrote upon your face

And it’s a loser’s game

And I can not bend the rules

Here we go again

Deeper down into the hole

Together here with you and all alone

Talking is silver

Silence is gold

Edges dissolving

I’m growing old

You sit here beside me

While I’m down in my hole

Desperately digging

In search of my soul

Here we go again

Into my darkest place

Like a sad refrain

That I wrote upon your face

And it’s a loser’s game

And I can not bend the rules

Here we go again

Deeper down into the hole

Together here with you and all alone