Orphans

Think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this diamond I don't know how to shine In the sun where the dark winds wail And the children leave their rumors behind As you cross that ? The matchsticks for my bones If we can learn how to freeze ourselves alive We can learn to leave these burdens to burn Cast out these creatures of woe Shatter themselves Fighting the fire with your bare hands Now my journey takes me further south I want to hear what the blind men sing With the fossils and the gypsy bones I stand beside myself so I'm not alone How can I make new again? Or rust every time it rains? And the rain, it comes Floods are low But you stop until the tidal waves wake If I wake up and see my maker coming With all of his crimson and his iron desire We'll drive the streets with baggage alone To be lost, I strive from a void To a grain of sand in your hand Ah Ah oh oh Ah oh oh Ah oh oh --- Orphans - Beck