There is one word to the truth
Looking through a broken diamond
We're just holding on to nothing
Like a stray dog gone defective
There is one word back to civilization
And storms up above
Tell a dead man how to die
O deserts down below us
To make the past what it should be
O deserts down below us
There is one word to the morning
Fix yourself while you still can
Through the halter skelter morning
Through the ruins and the weather
And storms up above
To see how long nothing lasts
No more ashes to ashes
Like a paper tiger in the sun
And storms up above
And all the laws of creation
Like a paper tiger in the sun
No more cinders from the sky
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
Capsized boats in the sea
O deserts down below us
