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 veins



Some things will never change

They stand there looking backwards

Half unconscious from the pain



They may seem rearranged

In the backwater swirling, there is

Something that will 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 stand there looking backwards

Half unconscious from the pain



They 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 veins



Some things will never change

They stand there looking backwards

Half unconscious from the pain



They may seem rearranged

In the backwater swirling, there is

Something that'll never change



Some things will never change

They stand there looking backwards

Half unconscious from the pain



They may seem rearranged

In the backwater swirling, there is

Something that'll never change