There's a black hole sitting at the center of the galaxy It might pull in towards you like you're pulling towards me I guess we'll see When we both collide, I'll be drenched in kerosene Fill up my cup and leave, nothing left to me Move along, there's nothing here to see If the universe is indifferent, would it tell me? It always seemed to have some signs that it was trying to tell me I did not hear a voice, I made a choice This morning when the Sun was warming up How strange to just decide To love this life To work your hands into the bones Sun sets and you go back home Oh black hole I see you, I might have a plan to beat you And this self-help guru died by suicide For all this good advice he couldn't seem to find That he signalled through the noise Owh he tried his best to check his attitude He stuck to beer and he stuck to platitudes But in the end, he was destroyed If the universe is indifferent, would it tell me? It always seemed to have some signs that it was trying to tell me I did not hear a voice, I made a choice This morning when the Sun was warming up How strange to just decide To love this life To work your hands into the bones Sun sets and you go back home Oh Sun I see you, I might have a plan to beat you Oh, the black hole is a mirror Is a mirror, if that's not clear Then the black hole is an echo Is an echo, when we let go And the black hole is our end And the black hole is my friend