Текст: Amanda Overmyer. Hole In The Wall.

Late at night she?s walking down that old familiar street
Looking out to find herself that action she needs
Well she?s thinking bout a time when it was all a piece of mind
But she aint sonna find that here

Now the hole in the wall
Is always gonna serve you till you can?t pick up your head
Well the hole in the wall keeps your demons fed
Now the hole in the wall is happy to serve you
Well the hole in the wall aint never gonna hurt you
Well the hole in the wall?. Kills you feelings?dead

Once again she finds herself looking down in her glass for answers
It?s hard to believe it?s long gone (long gone)
Ray?s in the back sipping on his glass of cheap cognac don?t you know
Gayle?s behind the bar just watching the clock tick by (tick by)

Now the hole in the wall
Is always gonna serve you till you can?t pick up your head
Well the hole in the wall keeps your demons fed
Now the hole in the wall is happy to serve you
Well the hole in the wall aint never gonna hurt you
Well the hole in the wall?. Kills you feelings?dead


Oh you know it?s home sweet home
Though the train rolls on, here you stay
And you aint never gonna get away
You can never get away, there?s no place to hide
It courses through the vein
You grip you slip and then you take a ride

Now the hole in the wall
Is always gonna serve you till you can?t pick up your head
Well the hole in the wall keeps your demons fed
Now the hole in the wall is happy to serve you
Well the hole in the wall aint never gonna hurt you
Well the hole in the wall?. Kills you feelings?dead

Now the hole in the wall
Is always gonna serve you till you can?t pick up your head
Well the hole in the wall keeps your demons fed
Well the hole in the wall aint never gonna hurt you
Well the hole in the wall aint never gonna hurt you
Well the hole in the wall