Oh, grass in Eden
First blood, kindred spirit
First son, like a phoenix
Runs a red line like you mean it
Oh, bricks of the Babel
Last look into the light
Looking lost in heaven's sight
Bore my cross throughout the night
But where did my sin begin?
Adrift the dog-eared summer wind
Another dry season creeping in
Would my transgressions ever end?
I saw the way you looked at me
At the Chipotle yesterday
It was the good one down on Faraday
And I wanted to say
I wanted to say, "hey"