Feed the flesh of the face Drink the light before it's gone Oh but I like these rules They have suited me just fine The good side Board a plane to Ho Chi Min Count the days until I can Make something worthwhile again Haven't found a place for all The faces from the last song The moon has grown a dozen times since then And who are you in someone else's land? They danced children in front of my cold hand I can't remember the last time I cried over pain that wasn't mine