Woorden: 7 Blue Skies. Exhausted. Disapearing Act.

There's a hole in the ground
Where they place all the things they found
And it's hard to retake it
Even though it's right there locked and bound

There's a hole in a chest
Where the air seems to rush right out
And it's hard to imagine
How it is to never scream or shout

All the chains in my way
They're like a mattress on a bill
Making way to the end
Before the monsters get their kill

There's a place far away
Where it's hard to return each day
And although it defies all common sense
They'll do it anyway

Take me back to a far, safe distance
To a place where I can't remember
And although it defies all common sense
They'll do it once