Hole In Hand
At night my mind becomes
An empty room
With a computer in the corner
And an ethernet cable
And a body-sized tunnel
I dug to the outside
In case I have to escape

There's a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down
In front of my pants
There's a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down
In front of my pants
And I'm starting to float again

At night my mind becomes
An unmarked car
Doing lots and lots of waiting
With a camera to the window
And the key in the ignition
In case I have to escape
There's a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down
In front of my pants
There's a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down
In front of my pants
And I'm starting to float again