There are no ghosts. Watching through your walls. So put the cross down. And there are no angels. Reading your thoughts. Keep your feet on this ground.
You've come to this, you were once a lion. You've come to this, bringing den here. You've come to this, you were a lion. You've come to this, sigh alone now.
Caught in the locked groove of this long season. These hours motions circle, still repeating. . [Chorus]. The beat moves on itself. The beat moves on itself.
This is a sauna, Western Atlantic coast. With no place to be, just takin' to the sea. Tonight with a constant buzz. Staring at the ocean crashing on. All the rocks below in this foreign home.
In the nightmare desert stood a building. Outside someone was digging a hole in the ground. They were burying my luck. . What have you done?. . The man in the hole has smoked up all my income.