-- forehead bulges dead above my eye Laying waste to the flight Swallow My head is a hole There's a pattern in the fields And the moon rolls in your eyes Father's been high Better teach him the end The sky turns to gray The moon turns away Bye bye Bye bye Your room's black and blue Your mother's in two And all the trees stand in line For the worst day of your life The sky turned to gray The moon turned away Bye bye Bye bye Swallow This head is a hole Bye bye Bye bye