I made a desert Called it peace, broken with a topaz fist Do you know you’re a lovely old soul? Fruit of my dawn, a mist settled in my marrow Through my heart like an arrow I feel bruises be

(What have we got here?
Pink lemonade, not too sweet, not too sour
I think I'm brave enough to try some of that.)

Heaven will burn away if you just keep on calling out its name
You seek a key you cannot forge when you are down (oh so low)
I got a cure, so don't you worry no