Intro:

I pour my oats into a porcelain bowl

It's missing something its milk I suppose

I look deep and dig straight to the bone

Bridge:

I look deep and dig straight to the dome

Cause finding what I'm looking for will send me straight to the stones

Move and dead at roll

And silver plated chrome

Shovel out gloves on dig straight below

No need to tell me what I already know

That no one likes to borrow joy from tomorrow

Hole so deep catch the mad vertigo

And throw it from the feeling

Feeling like I don't know

Chorus:

Hope not zero

Hope there's soul

Hope that breakfast will not get too cold

Everything will be all right

Hope not zero

Hope there's soul

Hope that breakfast will not get too cold

Hope not zero

Hope there's soul

Hope that breakfast will not get too cold

Everything will be all right