(Back To) Holes
Yeah, it's not plain,
but I am here again.
And it feels good, feels new.
Yeah, still there are friends,
the old plans again.
And it feels fine, at least, I'm alive.
Yeah, that's what I do:
I leave on a jetplane when things ruin down,
and it feels superb, though coward.
Yeah, yeah, now all that I claim
is to be careful to not be in vain.
To keep working on my plans
that I drew so beautiful.