Here’s the map of the land
Pour it through your old hand
Give me more sand, more sand

Help is here within the snake
Home is here while you’re awake
The end is near it’s dancing in the sand and then you’ll be mosaic

Help is near we made a plan
Move your feet through no man’s land
If I know there’ll be no back home to be had

In the bitterness of [bad word] Where the curve of the horizon
Feels like walking through a masterpiece
Of evening blue in unread books
And I fall but I can stand up
Which right do I have to believe you

Leave the wreck in the sun
It’s on your head
Into beyond

In the bitterness of you
And the bird is so golden
Feel like walking through a starry night
The sky is bright and burning
And I fall but I still manage
Which right do I have to deceive you

Leave the wreck in the sun
It’s on your head
Into beyond