Day, end of day, Each hanging spiral. Where is the shore From this clear blue silence? Up to the heavens that you daydream Remembering the sun and the deep green ivy.
I know that sleep walking too, In trying to be free Of all this damage in my eyes. Making confusion in my mind When I hear a resurrection song.
Night lays me down when I'm fading, When I can't go home, Because they hate me To sing that resurrection song.
Day, end of day, Each hanging spiral. What do you make Of this clear blue silence? Now that the engine driver Has grown to be a deep sea diver.
And the street has got no end, Better keep your heart strong, little friend. Thought I heard a resurrection song, Thought I heard a resurrection song.