If all the statues in the world
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
Would they be kind enough to comfort me
The setting sun is set in stone
And it remains for me alone
To carve my own and set it free [699x476]
I hold a cup in my hand
to help me reach my own promised land.
Crown of thorns on my head
wrapped up in my own cardboard bed.
I got youth by my side
a victim of your crime nothing to hide.
I’m too old to learn
too young to burn
And as you walk by with ghosts in your eyes
the World still turns.