Mercury Rev — Holes

Time All the long red lines That take control Of all the smoke like streams That flow into your dreams That big blue open sea That can't be crossed That can't be climbed Just born between Oh, the two white lines Distant gods and faded signs Of all those blinking lights You had to pick the one tonight Holes Dug by little moles Angry jealous spies Got telephones for eyes Come to you as friends All those endless ends That can't be tied Oh, they make me laugh And always make me cry 'Til they drop like flies And sink like polished stones Of all the stones I throw How does that old song go? How does that old song go? Bands Those funny little plans That never work quite right