Bright's the day, and black's tonight
Behind her eyes and her lies no man's land
I had a dream of a sage
But I still can't move the mountain
Don't bury me into a vision's frown
A degeneration of heart and soul
Don't dump me into a vision's frown
A storm of mud, a puddle of wood
Between the sky and...
A storm of mud...
The sea of golden snow never looked good back
The disease came and I left Titanic
I had a dream of a sage
I need no one to feel for me
Don't bury me into a vision's frown
A degeneration of heart and soul
Don't bury me into a vision's frown
A degeneration of heart and soul
It looks like you look like somebody
who looks like you
It looks like you look like somebody
who looks like you
It looks like you look like somebody
who looks like you
It looks like you look like somebody
who sees the sky
This is my day
This is my play
Don't take me into a prison cell
For the deterioration of our souls
Don't take me into a prison cell
For the sound of my, my, my, my
It looks like you look like somebody who looks like you
It looks like you look like somebody who looks like you
And the fire is burning

It looks like you look like somebody who looks like you
It looks like you look like somebody
A piece of skin
Don't take me into a prison cell
For the deterioration of our souls
Don't take me into a prison cell
For the deterioration of our souls
Don't take me into a prison cell
For the deterioration of our souls
Don't take me into a prison cell
For the deterioration of our souls