IMPLODE at the bottom of this heart / lies a black dog / he's there with the colours and the scenes that have never been / and when it seems reasonable / then he go and jump all over the rocks / over the rocks that you placed / the rocks with no tongues / then you'll see everything / could come back around / at the bottom of this house / lies big ache / all the strangers staring / looking for what they'll never see / for some relief on their own / heavy curtains open for the show that can make you forget / that the sting in it is in you now / at times it will come back around