Paroles: Beck. 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
Glass wall
Glass 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
Nothings gonna harm you