We're always gone and turned to dust Living sex best inside my bones
I see it staring the days outside my tent No time for being alone to leave
The hope is hanging around Not much we know to do
Or what we go back underground No easy action
Sparks fill the air some nights It grows before food behind my skin
No way we see That the sky is a vanishing place
Yet there's nothing to miss No time to get out of the eyes
All of hell's been turned to dust Living sex best inside my bones
I see it staring the days to find what you meant
Where it's good to be alone to leave
The hope is hanging around Not much we know to do
Or what we go back underground No easy action
I promise you a miracle
There will be done Pongers won't last disappearing
Bells toll New lands and I look up
Sometime to see this old black Mary Reach down for me
I'll hit someone for my plaything I'm so lonesome in my playground
You baby go straight to my head And make it seem like a miracle
And make it something beautiful Something beautiful
