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

They may seem rearranged

In the backwater swirling



There is something that'll never change

And when I shoulda been gone for a long time

Laughs and says I find ways

Just when we're sheltered under paper

The rockets come at us sideways



Hey I'm blind

Good Fine

Roll the time

On whose dime



And when I wake up in the morning

To feel the daybreak off my face

There's a blood thats flowin' thruogh the ceiling

With a knife to open the sky's vein