Bek Lyrics

We Live Again

(From the Mutations Album)

[Written by Beck Hansen]

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 o the end
We live again
I grow weary of the end

O hungry days
In the footsteps of fools
Gazing alone through sex-painted windows
Dredging the night
Drunk libertines
Stink like colognes from a new-fangled wasteland

The end o the end
We live again
I grow weary of the end

Love is a plague
In a mix-match 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
Over the hill a desolate wind
Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy

The end o the end
We live again
I grow weary of the end