I seem to find myself each time I run away

Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ?

Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time

Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine



Same faces broken homes

Those memories have fled

All tears within me now are dormant or dead

My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore



Alright Eureka's Pile

Now my saviour, or my whore



There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem

I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me

My life may ain't come to much 

Ignore my history



Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel

Ain't the way I see (* 2)



My Eureka Pile and me.