Holes To Heaven Lyrics

The air was more than human and
The heat was more than hungry and
The cars were square and spitting diesel fumesThe bulls were running wild
Because they're big and mean and sacred and
The children were playing cricket with no shoesThe next morning we woke up, man
With a seven hour drive
There we were stuck in Port Blaire
Where boats break and children stareThere were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to Heaven
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to HeavenDisembarking from the port
With no mistakes of any sort
Moving south the engine running smoothOfficials were quite friendly
Once we drowned them with our sweet talk
We bribed them with our cigarettes and boozeThe next morning we woke up
With the sunrise to the right
Moving back north to Port Blaire
Where boats break and children stareThere were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to Heaven
Yes and there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to Heaven