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 veins are bursting with a thirst I can't ignore

My Eureka Pile is 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 cause I always wake up me
My life may ain't come to much
Ignored by history

Least my Eureka Pile can change the way I see
Change the way I see [x2]

My Eureka Pile and me