Black Hole - Bishop Allen

Go on black hole

and tear the sky to pieces

Go on black hole

Tell me you’ve had enough

No sun, no stars

No, only emptiness above

Sunday, sunshine

I can still remember

Time goes so slow

But never slow enough

All those years collapse in the tiniest of shrugs

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

Rinse slick moonshine

Black ice, labyrinth

Locked door, alleyway

Wonder where the feeling went

So so serious, so much gravity to trust

Dead-end city street

Downcast, dirty feet

Everybody shuffling

Run to run to rush again

Tremble of a dead star

looking down from above

As we jostle and we shove

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

Go on black hole

And take the music with you

Go on black hole

Tell me you’ve had enough

I can’t sing these songs that I’ve been dreaming of

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

(Black hole, black hole, la la la)

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

(Black hole, black hole, la la la)

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

(Black hole, black hole, la la la)

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

(Black hole, black hole, la la la)

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

(Black hole, black hole, la la la)

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

(Black hole, black hole, la la la)

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

(Black hole, black hole, la la la)

It isn’t love, it isn’t love

(Black hole, black hole, la la la)

It isn’t love, it isn’t love