The singing of years Dries with my tears The life from the gone of the day Evaporates the blood and decay Of the bad battle's worn Hearts of steel and roughs The dead then are carried away And the lint tastes the day Going farther Be Good on farther Be The farther the love It's turning to a river of mud My eyes always see the world It decorates my body like blue The scream of the man Confirms the dead of still life of faint I sit and I marry a raft I have blood and the flood in my veins Going farther Be Good on farther Be Going farther Be Good on farther Be Going farther Be Good on farther Be