Where dust, wheat and rye
Crash against the sky
Some blood runs down the post
On bones of traveling ghosts
Nobody takes the place
Pictures of falling grace
Nobody can win
Stay close, my friend
Listen here, I tell no lie
Among the wheat and the rye
There's blood all around
That never dries on that ground
Nobody takes the place
Pictures of falling grace
Nobody can win
Stay close, my friend
Crash into the sky
Where the wind blows dust on rye
Crash in