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