St.Ry

Down in a hole I stay where I'm told Down in a hole I stay where I'm told Waiting to hear Controlled by the phone Blood is your mind Lay close to mine And will we wither like skin? Or will we age like wine? Bury your head How can you sleep? While the man that you loved Burns at the stake It's clear that your words Would flicker and fade And each day it takes You further away I guess I'd wish you the best Down in a hole I stay where I'm told Down in a hole I stay where I'm told