Blackhole

Windy, windy Looking for a better home Gotta be, gotta be Running out of light bulbs Crowded, crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car, yellow car Better be inside there Wake up, wake up Nothing's gonna harm you Gla*s wall, gla*s wall Standing on the furniture Little boy, little boy Laying on a sleeping bag Watching, watching Through the cracks of his eyelids Stranger, stranger Feeling like a broken stone Lost him, lost him Standing on the orange chairs Alphabet, alphabet Can't afford a telephone Black hole, black hole Nothing's gonna harm you