Lyrics:

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 Dream
like 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
and You Just Dream
yellowman
you Never See The Bloodstains On The Battlefield
the Angels Burn A Torch To Keep Us Warm