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 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 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 You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield The angels burn a torch to keep us warm