Angel Dust

I keep trying to sell what I have now
For a life I hated but somehow
Looks so perfect in a mirror
My memory changes like a river

So many people that I knew
So many things we used to do
Seem so useless to me now
My fires burnt the forest down, down

So why am I still waiting here
All the good times we had dear
Seemed to happen out of luck
Tripping on some Angel Dust

I miss being a slave to you
And living in the strange milieu
Of drifters that you magnetise
And torture with your desperate eyes, eyes

I'll see you 'round
I'm freedom bound
Off to march amongst the peasants
In the soft sand of the desert

I'll see you 'round
I'm freedom bound
Off to march amongst the peasants
In the soft sand of the desert

I'll see you 'round
I'll see you 'round
I'll see you 'round

I'm freedom bound
Off to march amongst the peasants
In the soft sand of the desert

I'll see you 'round