There's a hole in the ground
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
There's a hole in the ground
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
And he'll never fight over you
There's a hole in the ground
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
There's a hole in the ground
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
And he'll never fight over you
I got plans for us nights in the scullery
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
There's a hole in the ground
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
And he'll never fight over you
I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
