I smoked one Took a walk in the wake of the sun Took a look at the sky through my weary heart And baggy eyes You spoke some I could not decipher the tongue Some talk of what's good 'bout the sun That's all I understood. My mind is an altar Thoughts come to burn As our friends to heaven and one day we'll gather in the ash in my arm. You will have feathers And you'll see everything from above As our children ride horses And into the ocean they'll run On our way home through the stars We'll feast on a beast and scatter his bones Deep into sleep we will fall when our bellies are full. We have become nothing more Than a lie May what was more than this make it home. I want the strength as the lions in your eyes For to us they'll outlive us When we're born We have become Nothing more than a lie May what was more than this make it home.