Feed the flesh of the face
Drink the light before it's gone
Oh but I like these rules
They have suited me just fine
The good side
Board a plane to Ho Chi Min
Count the days until I can
Make something worthwhile again
Haven't found a place for all
The faces from the last song
The moon has grown a dozen times since then
And who are you in someone else's land?
They danced children in front of my cold hand
I can't remember the last time
I cried over pain that wasn't mine
