Racked my brain, boy was it loud the clouds spoke to me, and we all grew down our roots took hold of the cracks in the ground and the sidewalks, rose up to greet me Hello, Hello… Pleased to meet you Had I been awake, all of that time Big red line across your soul blood running out like a funeral I’ve seen the look of your eyes, How can I soothe? blood running out like a fountain of youth Living alone, the tenements are full of people in their bedclothes under disappointment’s rule talking to their TVs, yeah, the pictures they talk a back Lost somewhere in make believe with the world upon their backs Hello, Hello… Pleased to meet you I’m a sailor on your open book though you write it down in code You’re a language I hope someday to know… Had I been awake, all of that time Big red line across your soul blood running out like a funeral I’ve seen the look of your eyes, How can I soothe? blood running out like a fountain of youth