We Live Again Lyrics

these withered hands 
have dug for a dream 
sifted through sand 
and leftover nightmares 
over the hill 
a desolate wind 
turns shit to gold 
and blows my soul crazy  

the end 
o the end 
we live again 
o i grow weary of the end  

o hungry days 
the footsteps of fools 
gazing alone 
through sex-painted windows 
dredging the night 
drunk libertines 
stink like a colognes 
from the newfangled wasteland  

the end 
o the end 
we live again 
o i grow weary of the end  

love is a plague 
in a mix-match parade 
where the castaways look so deranged 
when will the children learn 
to let their wildernesses burn 
and love will be new never cold and vacant 

these withered hands have dug for a dream 
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares  

the end 
of the end 
we live again 
oh i grow weary of the end