Beat those desperate wings just to maintain
In that glorious blaze of feathers and flames
Ashes from the meat will form a dead beach
But we could scream a sun to terrify the sea
And turn the dirt to gla** and wake the deceased
Our hollow bones line the inside frames of stolen BMX bikes, Wake, and then sing
Where there's an end, there must be a beginning
Times likes to watch me struggling. [x2]
Time likes to watch me... [x2]
A chrysalis formed for orchids moaning
Begging the sun to bring the morning
Missing the point, the signs, the warnings
Don't go to sleep