I seem to find myself each time [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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.