Black Hole
Tom Chaplin, Tobie Tripp
Friends
I oughta go round and see them
While we're butterflies
In the garden of eden
Death
Is gonna mess with our freedom
Wipe the parasites
From the garden of eden
Smile so wide
But if everything dies oh dear
It's not clear
Why we're here
Oh big black hole
Come take my soul
Love (love love love)
Is it real or a big bluff
Strange phenomenon
But a reason to carry on
Laying in bed
But our bodies run red with blood
I feel loved (loved loved)
Oh so loved (loved loved)
Oh big black hole
Come take my soul
Big black hole
Is coming for us all
Big black hole
Is coming for us all
Big black hole
Is coming for us all
Big black hole
Is coming for us
Is coming for me now