This song's about a band
That you'll never hear of again
They don't know the words to their songs
So they can't
Just sing-a-long
And
Every day
They try their best but they can't find the way
Some velvet morning
Our aspirations
Slowly faded away
Through the sleepless nights
And the frigid days
We try to be so much better
But we always seem to just get away
We're the blackhole sun
We're the boiling cold
We're straight through the ground
We're the end of all your turmoil
We'll find a place to be
A place to rest our weary feet
But in the now
We say it proud
We don't care if it takes a while
Through the sleepless nights
And the frigid days
We try to be so much better
But we always seem to just get away
Through the sleepless nights
And the frigid days
We try to be so much better
But we always seem to just get away