Texty: Waterboys. Rags.

Everything is rags and there's nobody to blame but me
And it would be so easy if there was no one to hurt but me
But now everything that I do coming out of me
Will just tear through you, in and out of you
Up and down your life like a curse

Cast by the only son of rags
Who would wrap you up in all the finest tatters
But he wanted nothing more, my loved one
Than to wrap you up in joy

But it never be with me
You and I are like two worlds
Not meant to collide, death to each other
In the unravelling of time

So tell me how do you, how do you, how do you, how do you like it?
What kind of, what kind of, what kind of dream would you call it?
To have one foot in Eden, one foot in hell
To be always numb, plagued by demons
Summoned by angels at the same time endlessly

But I will burn me, right out of this place
I will lay you down to sleep
So when you wake, I'll be gone and you
Will remember nothing, you will remember