Sleeping with his arms round the hips of fate,
And his tears scattered round the world
Angel go give him his dreams, and my cold black visions

Show him his babies in a helpless state of never knowing fully his voice,
Never knowing what it is to be his children
Dream brother, with his eyes to the burning sun

Don't be like the one who made me so old,
Don't be like the one who left behind his name,
'Cause they're waiting for you, like I waited for mine
And nobody ever came