Lyrics:

Tonight is colder than the fingernails of bitches
Buckled belts on angry men
I was riding when the onslaught happened
I said here we go again
There was paper blowing all around the ditches calling me to find a pen
And when i went into the pen shop
I almost stayed too long
If you stop to think what colour ink to write your scriptures in
Your vision will be gone
And everytime i bear a vision
Of you
I admit i try to stop it
But mother's cannot carry babies past their due
So why deny if i'm a profit
I see you waiting like an impatient sun
Knowing
The moon will soon eclipse it
I see greatness in your future
And then
I see you'll never glimpse it
Before you're yanked away
And though i shiver
For all the unknown painters
Who complete their masterpieces on the undersides of rocks
And everyday
There are fisherman awake at dawn
That find their boats have gone the ragged ropes
Still trailing off the docks
I'm waiting like an impatient sun
Knowing
His momma's gonna leave
You see death
Written on a living face before you
You just get on with it
Cos' what are you supposed to grieve
The night is teeming with the bloody teeth of traitors
Hear it beating with the plastic hearts of liars
The toxic fumes will keep the godly ones away
Were they thrown into the fires
But you
Are waiting like an impatient sun
Waiting for its turn to shine
And like the sun
We're gonna miss you
Your brightness
When you leave us all behind