Beck - We Live Again lyrics

These withered hands

have dug for a dream

sifted through sand

and leftover nightmares

over the hill

a desolate wind

turns shit to gold

and blows my soul crazy

the end of the end

we live again

oh, I grow weary of the end

oh, hungry days

in the footsteps of fools

gazing alone through

sex-painted windows

dredging the lake

drunk libertines

stink like colognes from

a new-fangled wasteland

the end of the end

we live again

oh, I grow weary of the end

love is a plague

in a mix-matched parade

where the castaways look

so deranged

when will children learn to

let their wildernesses burn

and love will be new

never cold and vacant

these withered hands

have dug for a dream

sifted through sand

and leftover nightmares

the end of the end

we live again

oh, I grow weary of the end