歌词
Look at the sun, go behind the hill
And look at the country, through a dollar bill an'
I can't see the bottom of the hole that we're trying to fill
I think we're in love, with your abuse you got
One hand on the driver's wheel and the other a noose (?)
You can call it whatever you want,
I say we call it a truce
Whether it breaks, whether it bends
I don't know where I begin and the madness ends
Last time it happened
You said we wouldn't let it happen again {Wide sail?}, black holes, wide