And when I wake up in the morning 
To feel the daybreak on my face. 
There's a blood that's flowing through the feeling 
Witha knife to open up the sky's veins. 
 [bad word]  
Some things will never change 
They just stand there looking backwards 
Half-unconsious from the pain. 
They may seem rearranged. 
In the backwater swirling 
There is something that'll never change. 

And when I shoulda been gone a long time 
It laughs, and says I find ways. 
Just when they're sheltered under paper 
The [bad word] at us sideways. 
 [bad word]  

(Bridge) 
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 flowing through the feeling 
Witha knife to open up the sky's veins.