Orphans - Beck

Written by：Beck

Think I'm stranded but I don't know where

I got this diamond I don't know how to shine

In the sun where the dark winds wail

And the children leave their rumors behind

As you 'cross that mix for the road come

The matchsticks for my bones

If we can learn how to freeze ourselves alive

We can learn to leave these burdens to burn

Cast out these creatures of woe

Shatter themselves

Fighting the fire with your bare hands

Now my journey takes me further south

I want to hear what the blind men sing

With the fossils and the gypsy bones

I stand beside myself so I'm not alone

How can I make new again

Or rust every time it rains

And the rain it comes

Floods are low

But you stop until the tidal waves wake

If I wake up and see my maker coming

With all of his crimson and his iron desire

We'll drive the streets with baggage alone

To be lost I strive from a void

To a grain of sand in your hand