| Sleep away these dreams | |
| I'm burying angels under my feet | |
| And I can't explain why love | |
| Has to stamp he ground | |
| Is it so that our broken hearts | |
| Will never make another sound | |
| So we cry while the baby screams smile | |
| We hide while the tyrants breath light | |
| And the wheels within the wheels roll by | |
| Silence me again | |
| Keep me at bay from words | |
| That I've said these are the days | |
| When mars is closer than the sun | |
| So we cry while the baby screams smile | |
| We hide while the tyrants breathe light | |
| And the wheels within the wheels roll by | |
| Bye, byeI'll paint the sand |