Beck. Blackhole

Blackhole – Beck

Windy

looking for a better home

gotta be

running out of lightbulbs

crowded

open to a wastecan

yellow car

better be inside there

wake up

nothing’s gonna harm you

glass wall

standing on the furniture

little boy

laying on a sleeping bag

watching

through the cracks of his eyelids

stranger

feeling like a broken stone

lost him

standing on the orange chairs

alphabet

can’t afford a telephone

black hole

nothing’s gonna harm you