There's a hole in your head And it lets all the sunlight right in And what will grow? No one ones why the seed maybe you will grow old And when you die When you die There will be no one left at your side But you know I'm no good with sentences No good with these conversations And after a while its plain to see That there is a hole in my head where I used to dream Of people and colors and things blend together eventually Right in front of me Splitting at the seam As it's meant to be There's a hole in your head And it lets all the sunlight right in And why? I don't know And after a while its plain to see That there is a hole in my head where I used to dream Of people and colors and things blend together eventually Right in front of me Splitting at the seam As their meant to be Right in front of me Splitting at the seam As their meant to be As their meant to be