Hole - Meat Market

How long, how many

Can you go without touching anybody

It feels so real

To be denied the hand that made you feel

So what if now

What’s left is drying on the ground

One tear will drop

Another time and not enough to talk

Into this hole I will go

Find comfort in what you know

What cannot change cannot grow

Into this hole I will go

How long, how many

Can you go without touching anybody

It feels so real

To deny the hand that made you feel

Stop trying to please, don’t think I seek

Every time’s the opposite of feeling free

Take time to stop

And in the dark you sit and watch the clock

Into this hole I will go

Find comfort in what you know

What cannot change cannot grow

Into this hole I will go