The yellow sun Well, it took the Of a country boy To a city in a far-off land
We made no mark No shadow at all On the ancient, holy streets Where learned to crawl
The broken and the bruised The young and the used The sure and confused All here
Words will then land on me Then abandon me untangle me Leave me on the floor Rhymes, they sprang in me Summer sang in me But summer sings in me no more
Now I'm twenty-five And trying to alive In a corner of the world no clear enemies to fight
It's hot as hell We're like butter on toast But there's no army in this world That can fight a ghost
The broken and the The young and the used The sure and confused All here
Words will then land on me Then abandon Leave me stranded In guard of the door Rhymes began in me Summer sang in me But summer sings in me no more
Listening to the cries The strangers The silence of the foreign grave to the thunder The sky is strange Stretched over everyone Listening to the tales child sings That goes for days and days Listening to the calls Shouts, frustration
At twenty-one I was born a son And on that day I knew I could kill
To protect the We put bullets in guns Or anything it takes To take a life until it's still