Beck - Blackhole

When we’re, when we’re

looking for a better home
Got me, got me

burning out a light bulb
Cloudy, cloudy

holding to a wastecan
Yellow car, yellow car

put me inside there

Wake up, wake up

nothing’s gonna harm you
Glass wall, glass wall

standing on the furniture
Little boy, little boy

laying in a sleeping bag
Watching, watching

through the cracks in his eyelids

Stranger, stranger

feeding on the broken snow
Lost head, lost head

staring through the orange juice
Alphabet, alphabet

can’t find a telephone
Blackhole, blackhole

nothing’s gonna harm you