Text: Thursday. A Hole In The World.

In this blackout, inertia will hold our thoughts
And the exit sign offers no light to see by
Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark?
I can't see without you

When the world is crashing down
Part with it, start again
When the world is crashing down
These notes will fold themselves

Standing at the margin's edge
To see where the daybreak ends
You can find compassion here
But the page turns too fast

We fell in this hole that opened up
Giving up on hope, living without love
We still type black lines
When the world is crashing down
These notes will fold themselves

Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative
Like phosphors in these darkrooms ignite
Like dodging faces in the corner of the print
Frame by frame, this hole is opening it up
And we fall in

There is no [Incomprehensible] as whole
[Incomprehensible]