Beck — We Live Again

[Verse 1] These withered hands have dug for a dream Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares Over the hill, a desolate wind Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy [Chorus] The end, oh the end We live again Oh, I grow weary of the end [Verse 2] Oh hungry days and the footsteps of fools Gazing alone through sex-painted windows Dredging the night, drunk libertines Stink like a colognes from a newfangled wasteland [Chorus] The end, oh the end We live again Oh, I grow weary of the end [Bridge] Love is a plague in a mix-match parade Where the castaways look so deranged When will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn And love will be new never cold and vacant [Verse 1] These withered hands have dug for a dream Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares [Chorus] The end, oh the end We live again Oh, I grow weary of the end