Testo di Eureka Pile

I seem to find myself each time I run away Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine Same faces broken homes Those memories have fled All tears within me now are dormant or dead My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore Alright Eureka's Pile Now my saviour, or my whore There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me My life may ain't come to much Ignore my history Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel Ain't the way I see (* 2) My Eureka Pile and me.