Human Wreckage

A million poppies gonna make me sleep.
But just one rose, it knows your name.
The fruit is rusting on the vine.
The fruit is calling from the trees.
Hey don’t you wanna go down?
Like some junkie cosmonaut?
A million miles below their feet.
A million miles, a million miles.

I thought I saw a man brought to life,
He was warm, he came around, like he was dignified.
He showed me what it was to cry.
Well you couldn’t be that man I adored,
You don’t seem to know, don’t seem to care, what your heart is for.
But I don’t know him anymore.
There’s nothing where he used to lie,
My conversation has run dry,
That’s whats going on, nothing’s fine, I’m torn.
I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel:
I’m cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor.
Illusion never changed, into something real.
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.
You’re a little late, I’m already torn.

And when I wake up in the morning,
To feel the daybreak on my face,
There’s a blood that’s flowing through the feeling,
With a knife to open up the sky’s veins.