Black Hole Love - Urusei Yatsura

Dream feels cold

Your head is full of snow

There’s too much irony here

Some things are shown

They can’t be told

The dress you stole is much too small

How can you tell what you want?

oh yeah

How do you know when you fall?

oh yeah

Makes no sense at all

Black hole love

Three years to mars

And light-years to the stars

How could we drift so far?

Let’s do it, punk

Strip out the junk

Who could have thought of us?

How can you tell when you fall?

oh yeah

How do you know what you want?

oh yeah

Makes no sense at all

Black hole love

How can you tell when you fall?

oh yeah

How do you know what you want?

oh yeah

Makes no sense at all

Black hole love

Black hole love

Black hole love

Black hole love

Black hole