I walk like you got me my eyes 
Are shut like I'm blind 
Turn to you and listen trying 
To be in your mind 
There's a feeling that I get when I look to the West 
Having all the answers still failing the test 

Wolf packs and convoys and 
Captains demand 
Surprised in translation 
World without end 

 [bad word] back to real life 
The picture is gone 
Put a contract out on things that go on and on 
How do you stay wet? 
You must want to be 
Where did you get the patience? 
Did [bad word] easily? 

On whose authority 
I have none over me 
On whose authority 
There's none that I can see 
On whose authority 
I have none over me 
On whose authority 
No one speaks to me 
On whose authority 
I have none over me 

All the tales and figurative heroes 
The ones that dyed the sun 
And call it yellow 
The ones that make [bad word] 

On whose authority 
I have none over me 
On whose authority 
There's none that I can see 
On whose authority 
I have none over me 
On whose authority 
Nothing speaks to me 
On whose authority 
I have none over me