She laughs then
Falls down the stairs
The hairs in her eyes
There's a price to be paid for style
Her throat is lined
With burning fly wings
The telephone signs
The exit sign stings
I miss the weight
Pinning me down
Pinning me down
Oh doctor where's the sun?
When you're down in this hole
With the medicine chest
She's pretty
And destroyed
With Indian ink
Let the outside world sink
I miss the weight
Holding me back
Holding me back
Oh doctor here's the sun
Cause we're out of that hole
With the medicine chest
We're out of that hole
Your house out by the lake
We're out of that hole
Your house out by the lake
We're out of that hole
Out of that hole
