And when I wake up in the morning   To feel the daybreak on my face   There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling   With a knife to open up the sky's vein      Some things will never change   They just stand there looking backwards   Half unconscious from the pain   It may seem rearranged   In the backwater swirling there is   Something that'll never change      And when I shoulda' been gone a long time   Laughs and says I find ways   Just when we're sheltered under paper   The rockets come at us sideways      Some things will never change   They just stand there looking backwards   Half unconscious from the pain   It may seem rearranged   In the backwater swirling there is   Something that'll never change      Hey, I'm blind   Good, fine   Roll the time   On whose dime?      And when I wake up in the morning   To feel the daybreak on my face   There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling   With a knife to open up the sky's vein      Some things will never change   They just stand there looking backwards   Half unconscious from the pain   It may seem rearranged   In the backwater swirling there is   Something that'll never change