A Hole In The World — Thursday

In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts And the exit sign offers no light to see by Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark? I can't see without you

When the world comes crashing down Part with it Start again When the world comes crashing down These notes will fold themselves Standing at the margin's edge to see where the daybreak ends You can find compassion here But the page turns too fast

We fell in this hole that opened up Giving up on hope Living without love And we still type black lines When the world comes crashing down These notes will fold themselves

Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative Like phosphors in the darkroom ignite Like dodging faces in the corner of the print Frame by frame this hole is opening and we fall in

There is no such thing as whole There is a hole in the world