Home Sweet Hole

The deserts are blowing in
The smell of horse and buggy
You wanna talk on the phone
I’m on night soil duty
Your legs dangling over an empty pool
The cars won’t start
The owls tear the dogs apart
And through watery eyes
In your temporal lobe
You play the sweeps
Waiting for the mother lode
A mirror for observers
The patina gleams and grows
They keep changing the locks on you but you don’t wanna go
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Look at these corpses
In the black rain
Everytime I run my bucket spills again
We could hide together
There’s room for two
When the glowing clouds come
Check the air pumps and pull
I got your letters
They weren’t addressed to you
Everything’s redacted but you and I both know
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
A mirror for observers
The patina gleams and grows
They keep changing the locks on you but you don’t wanna go
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole
Home sweet hole