A Hole In The World - Thursday
In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts
And the exit sign offers no light to see by
Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark
I can＇t see without you
When the world is crashing down
Part with it
Start again
When the world is crashing down
These notes will fold themselves
Standing at the margin＇s edge to see where the daybreak ends
You can find compassion here
But the page turns too fast
We fell in this hole that opened up
Giving up on hope
Living without love
And we still type black lines
When the world comes crashing down
These notes will fold themselves
Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative
Like phosphors in the darkroom ignite
Like dodging faces in the corner of the print
Frame by frame this hole is opening up and we fall in
There is no such thing as whole
There is no as whole
As whole as whole as
