Yellowman
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 dreamlike 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
The blood has spilled again
And blood has spilled again
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