Texty: Sam Phillips. Hole in Time.

The first time he saw her
Was through a telescope
A misfit cactus
Filled with bottled hope

He answered like a sick man
Getting out of bed
Suspicion and thirst
Curiosity and dread

The blindness in control
Freeze the fatal bullet
As we're falling
Through a hole in time

One night he came home
And found the house burning
Through the frozen smoke
He saw the earth turning

A curtain of silence
Fell on deaf ears
Those dream from the past
Was echoing through the years

The blindness in control
Freeze the fatal bullet
As we're falling
Through a hole in time