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