And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling With a knife to open up the sky's vein
Some things will never change They just stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain It may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling there is Something that'll never change
And when I shoulda' been gone a long time Laughs and says I find ways Just when we're sheltered under paper The rockets come at us sideways
Some things will never change They just stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain It may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling there is Something that'll never change
Hey, I'm blind Good, fine Roll the time On whose dime?
And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling With a knife to open up the sky's vein
Some things will never change They just stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain It may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling there is Something that'll never change