Lyrics:

Look at the sun, go behind the hill
And look at the country, [?]
I can't see the bottom of the hole that I'm trying to fill

[?]
One hand on the driver's wheel and my other around yours
You could call it whatever you want, [?] call it a truce

Whether it breaks, whether it bends
I don't know where I begin
[?] madness
Last time it happened
You said I wouldn't made it happen again

[?] black holes [?]
[?] black holes [?]
[?]
[?] anything but [?]
[?]

I woke up from a bad dream
[?]
The murder it seemed
I was dragging ahead on a buffalo in the city streets

[?] black holes [?]
[?] black holes [?]
[?]
[?] anything but [?]
[?]