I've been digging this grave, but now that it's made
I see that black is one hell of a colour
Want to break out so I start to shout
But the mortician's returned to his parlour
Black hole
Black hole
Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music's so loud
That I can't concentrate on my sorrow
Let down my hair and find something to wear
And then dance myself into tomorrow
Black hole
Black hole
I'm in a hole here and all I can see
Are these grey walls that are closing in on me
Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm
Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm
Oh why, why deep holes?
Oh why, why deep holes?
Oh I love my holes
(Oh why, why deep holes?)
Black hole
Black hole
I'm in a hole here and all I can see
Are these grey walls that are closing in on me
Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm
Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm
Oh why, why deep holes?
Oh why, why deep holes?
Oh I love my holes
Black hole
Black hole
If the weather would change these clouds might blow away
And my body'd be wrapped up in sunshine
I want out of this wind that is wearing me thin
Blasting my flesh to the marrow
Blasting my flesh to the marrow
Why dig holes?
Why deep holes?
Why dig holes?
Why deep holes?
Why dig holes?
Why deep holes?
Why dig holes?
Why deep holes?
Why dig holes?
Black hole
Why deep holes?
Black hole
Why dig holes?
Black hole
Why deep holes?
Black hole
Why dig holes?
Why deep holes?
Why dig holes?
Why deep holes?
Why dig holes?
Why deep holes?
Why dig holes?
Why deep holes?
Black Hole was written by Gavan Whelan & Jim Glennie & Larry Gott & Tim Booth.
Black Hole was produced by Lenny Kaye.
James released Black Hole on Mon Jul 21 1986.