There's

a

black

hole

pul-

ling

me

in

I

slow-

ly

bend

till

I

see

the

back

of

my

own

sins

I

stole

my

soul

from

my-

self

now

I

won-

der

Won-

der,

is

there

some-

bod-

y

with

a

per-

fect

plan

That

goes

boom

when

it's

stamped

and

we

could

un-

der-

stand

How

the

gods

of

old

used

to

clap

their

hands

to

make

thun-

der

And

so

we're

clap-

ping

and

we're

laugh-

ing

like

it

was

so

ab-

surd

In

the

fu-

ture

we'll

be

laugh-

ing

at

who

we

were

right

now

As

man

plays

god

with

the

land

that

he

plun-

ders

To

the

one

un-

known

no

one

can

know

nor

see

That's

re-

sis-

tant

to

greed

If

we

list-

en

to

time

af-

ter

time,

time

can

nev-

er

go

un-

der

There's

this

vine

try-

ing

to

climb

Through

the

win-

dow

in-

to

my

life

I

don't

mind

I

don't

mind

I

don't

mind

There's

this

wine

try-

ing

to

find

It's

way

from

the

bot-

tle

in-

to

my

mind

In

my

mind

In

my

mind

In

my

mind

And

so

this

vine

is

trying

to

climb

Through

the

win-

dow

in-

to

my

life

To

bring

me

sym-

me-

try

And

mem-

o-

ries

of

a

back-

lit

breeze

Back

in-

to

a

dream

on

the

ground

Look-

ing

up

at

the

sun

com-

ing

down

In-

to

a

world

of

boys

and

girls

Are

hold-

ing

hand-

held

de-

vi-

ces

While

they're

eat-

ing

and

they're

sleep-

ing

And

they're

dream-

ing

of

the

pric-

es

We'll

be

pay-

ing

down

the

line

When

the

ice

melts

may-

be

it

will

turn

to

wine

And

all

the

great-

est

of

the

he-

roes

star-

ted

jump-

ing

from

the

books

They

star-

ted

wear-

ing

ones

and

ze-

ros

Look-

ing

more

and

more

like

crooks

They

stole

the

sun-

light

from

the

fu-

ture

Took

a

sip,

drained

half

the

glass,

and

put

it

back

And

a

lot

of

peo-

ple

like

to

have

a

feast

Not

so

ma-

ny

could

stom-

ach

the

kil-

ling

Lot

of

traf-

fic

on

the

streets,

so

who's

real-

ly

do-

ing

all

the

dril-

ling

Keep

on

fil-

ling

what

can

ne-

ver

be

full

My

ima-

gi-

nation

has

got

a

hold

on

me

There's

this

vine

try-

ing

to

climb

Through

the

win-

dow

in-

to

my

life

I

don't

mind

I

don't

mind

I

don't

mind

There's

this

wine

try-

ing

to

find

It's

way

from

the

bot-

tle

in-

to

my

mind

In

my

mind

In

my

mind

In

my

mind