Lyrics

You can’t erase a hole,
only open it to the sun.
I’m stuck with these lab mouse eyes
watching videos of the dead.
I watch laughter, laughter is praise,
laughter is light flooding through the room.
I laughed at the screen til I couldn’t breathe,
then I had violent dreams all night.

Burrow down on a Sunday night
to the broom closet of your childhood
where you find, underneath the junk
a tiny replica of the whole house:
there are additional rooms!

Thoughts are like holes eaten away
from the blazing image,
so I’ll press that lever endlessly
and I won’t take food,
and I won’t take cover.

Personnel

DW – vocals, acoustic guitar, flute, hammer dulcimer, percussion
EP – violins, viola
KM – flute, bassoon, vocals
JH – bass
JG – drums
Fred Frith – electric guitar