Yellowman Lyrics - Above The Buried Cry - Aeon Spoke

His eyes are closed his face pale asleep 

on the ground a newspaper reads 

the blood has spilled again 

and you just dream my yellowman 

yellowman 

The angels burn a torch to keep us warm 

His lungs are wide awake but he won't breathe 

He spits out the ocean and we dream 

like goldfish in a bowl 

They think we're free 

yellowman 

You're tying rocks to clouds to stay above the crowds 

The angels burn a torch to keep us warm 

the blood has spilled again 

and you just dream 

yellowman 

You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield 

The angels burn a torch to keep us warm