Lyrics

It grew out of something she could not explain.
Was it always there or did she pick it up in Spain?
Remembering herself in the days of clouds
Was it always gone or did it one day flow out?

All her lovers were assembled on the factory lines
And she easily fell for their pretty lights
All the flashing blinding lies may hypnotize
By the time you come to theres a hole inside.

So deep the hole inside of you.

Dispondency (Mystery of history)
Misery (Mystery of history)
I cowered and quailed (Her history of mystery)
Hope is never around. (She awaits its return)


Now an older wiser woman realizes
Even when you glue what?s broken it may take a while.

To fix the hole inside of you.

Dispondency (Mystery of history)
Misery (Mystery of history)
I cowered and quailed (Her history of mystery)
Hope is never around. (She awaits its return)

Just when you think that it?s over it comes back again, it comes back again.
Just when you think that it?s over it comes back again, it comes back again.
Just when you think that it?s over it comes back again, it comes back again.
Just when you think that it?s over it comes back again, it comes back again.