Holes
Asa Taccone / Brian Burton / Matthew Compton
You turned on me thought
I didn't know, oh...
And you seen thought my holes
Stuck on my own, oh...
All that I need, founded and she
Calling me in
Seems like the way, still I'm afraid
Should I let begin? oh...
We fall from a high,
Said the goodbye
Believed it was the time,
Away I go, no...
Long for the day that I can say
"Come home to me."
Seems like the way,
Patch of decay
In the alien breeze.