Pour out my stubborn blood all over the sand,
Strong Son, Young Man.
We've both been here before, these wanderings had left us sore,
but wanting more.
I rise on stepping stones,
but it numbs my brain, ya it digs my grave.
But we can dig,
Deeper then any grave alone.
Paint 'Starry Night' on my body,
Everything that's new becomes old again.
A wave of reason, crashes over,
My true colours, show at midnight.