Holes
(专辑： Deserter's Songs - 1998)
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 and faded signs Of all those blinking lights, you had to 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, and always make me cry Till they drop like flies, and 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
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