shingle
its a summer night
summer night
with no t shirt on
warm wind brings
sweat to your back
taking this walk alone
shaky trees get you looking up
looking up to see that there's a
black hole
black hole
black hole
black hole
the sound of frogs fill the lawn
up to your knees in the waves
its the middle of the night
nothing left to do
laying out on your back now dude
looking through the clouds you see
you look up and see that there's a
black hole
black hole
black hole
black hole