Holes (Live Version)

Time all the long red lines that take

Control of all th smokelike streams that flow into yr

Dreams that big blue open sea that can't be

Crossed that can't be climbed just born

Between oh th'two white lines distant gods an'faded

Signs of all those blinking lites you had t'pick the one

Tonite

Holes dug by little moles angry jealous

Spies got telephones for eyes come t'you as

Friends all those endless ends that can't be

Tied oh they make me laugh an'always make me

Cry 'til they drop like flies an'sink like polished

Stones of all th'stones I throw how does that ol'song go

How does that ol'song go

Bands those funny little plans that never work quite right