Ceiling turning
Laughing loser
Pleasure dying
When the time to turn and walk away from yesterday, hey, hey, oh goodbye
Sweater unraveling
Moonscape drifting
Sandwaves eclipsing
And i have flown the morning glow
The rested saints find fields below
Barren lands behind me now
Fallow ground tread forth new bounds
And yesterself holds men in chains
Oh when to walk from yesterself
Oh when to walk from yesterday
Oh to walk away
Oh to walk away