His eyes are closed his face pale asleep on the ground a newspaper reads the blood has spilled again and you just dream my yellowman yellowman The angels burn a torch to keep us warm
His lungs are wide awake but he won't breathe He spits out the ocean and we dream like goldfish in a bowl They think we're free yellowman You're tying rocks to clouds to stay above the crowds The angels burn a torch to keep us warm
The blood has spilled again
and you just dream yellowman You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield The angels burn a torch to keep us warm
Songwriters PAUL MASVIDAL, SEAN REINERT, EDWARD VANORDEN