Dustbin liner

You've gone away, don't know where you are.
It's like this hole is floating over my head.
Like a dustbin liner, black dustbin liner, like a dustbin liner.
Jingle jangle hell,
Jingle jangle hell,
Nothing lies between us.
Nothing that feels swell.
Nothing but feels swell.

Sing it like the Byrds chewing on the Beatles
Stupid little pop songs booming from cathedrals

Jingle jangle heaven,
Jingle jangle hell,
Nothing in between us,
Nothing that sounds swell
You've gone away, don't know where you are
It's like this hole, has been dropped over my head.
Like a dustbin liner, like a dustbin liner, like a dustbin liner, like a dustbin liner.