[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
I seem to find myself each time I run away
Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ?
Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time
Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine?
[Verse 2]
Same faces broken homes
Those memories have fled
All tears within me now are dormant or dead
My veins are bursting with a thirst I can't ignore
My Eureka Pile is now
My saviour, or my whore
[Instrumental Hook]
[Verse 3]
There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem
I always wake up baby cause I always wake up me
My life may ain't come to much
Ignored by history
Least my Eureka Pile can change the way I see
[Outro]
Change the way I see
Change the way I see
Change the way I see
My Eureka Pile and me
[?]
Ah, fuck it