It was on your back once
It was in your lungs
It was like black sand
And killed me as it killed your hope

I don’t have the chance to fight
Against what rests in past
It was like black sand
What turned your green eyes into black

Jesus died on the cross
And you died on a white bed
I don’t care much about him
But you, I’d carry on my back
When I’m stoned
I can go back to the past
Feel secure like I've just been born
And burn the ghosts I have grasped

Oh saint
I haven’t slept for a thousand days
I did fall but I don’t care, oh saint
I don’t care to roll and roll and roll and roll