is eyes are closed his face pale asleep
On the ground a newspaper reads
The blood has spilled again
And you just dream my...

Yellowman
Yellowman
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm

His lungs are wide-awake but he won't breathe
He spits out the ocean and we dream like goldfish in a bowl
They think we're free

Yellowman
You're tying rocks to clouds to stay above the crowds
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm

The blood has spilled again

And you just dream

Yellowman
You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm