Mercury Rev - Holes

Time, all the long red lines, that take

Control, of all the smoke like streams that flow into your

Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be

Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born

Between, oh the two white lines, distant gods an' faded

Signs, of all those blinking lights, you had t' pick the one tonight

Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous

Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as

Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be

Tied, oh they make me laugh, an' always make me

Cry, til they drop like flies, an' sink like polished

Stones, of all the stones i throw, how does that old song go

how does that old song go

Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right

 

Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous

Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as

Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be

Tied, oh they make me laugh, an' always make me

Cry, til they drop like flies, an' sink like polished

Stones, of all the stones i throw, how does that old song go

how does that old song go

Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right