Beat those desperate wings just to maintain In that glorious blaze of feathers and flames Ashes from the meat will form a dead beach But we could scream a sun to terrify the sea And turn the dirt to gla** and wake the deceased Our hollow bones line the inside frames of stolen BMX bikes, Wake, and then sing Where there's an end, there must be a beginning Times likes to watch me struggling. [x2] Time likes to watch me... [x2] A chrysalis formed for orchids moaning Begging the sun to bring the morning Missing the point, the signs, the warnings Don't go to sleep