Left that place in ruin, drunk on the Spirit and high on fumes Checked into a Red Roof in stayed up for several hours and then slept like infants In the burning fuselage of my days Let me mouth be ever fresh with praise
He has fixed his sign in the sky He has raised me from the pit and set me high
Each morning new Each day shot through With all the sharps small shards of shrapnel that seem to burst of me and you