The yellow sun
Well it took the hand
Of a country boy
To a city in a far off land

We made no mark,
No shadow at all
On the ancient holy streets
Where I learned to crawl

The broken and the [bad word] The young and the used
The sure and confused all here

Words will land on me
Then abandon me
Mangle, untangle me
Leave me on the floor

Rhymes they sprang in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more

Now I'm 25
I'm trying to stay alive
In a corner of the world
With no clear enemies to fight

It's hot as [bad word] We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world
That can fight a ghost

The broken and the [bad word] The young and the used
The sure and confused all here

Words will land on me
Then abandon me
Leave me stranded
[..] on the door

Rhymes began in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more

Oooh

Listen to the cryings
The [...]
The silence on the foreign ground

Listening to the [...]
The sky stretched
Stretched over everyone

Listening to the tanks
The shy sun
The [..]

Listening to the cause
The [...]
Shushing

At 21,
I was born a son
And on that day I knew
I could kill

To protect the ones
We put bullets in guns
Or anything it takes
To take a life, until it [...]