We Live Again - Beck

Written by：Beck & Beck Hansen

These withered hands

Have dug for a dream

Sifted through sand

And left over nightmares

Over the hill

A desolate wind

Turns sh*t to gold

And blows my soul crazy

The end

O the end

We live again

O I grow weary of the end

O hungry days

The footsteps of fools

Gazing alone

Through sex painted windows

Dredging the night

Drunk libertines

Stink like a colognes

From the newfangled wasteland

The end

O the end

We live again

O I grow weary of the end

Love is a plague

In a mix match parade

Where the castaways look so deranged

When will the 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

O the end

We live again

Oh I grow weary of the end