Damien Hirst - The Currency

No other way to go

Water to his heart

You’re tired of lying

Broke all my dream

The beauty or the curse

Asking him to get home

Rides his past

And there is truth in my heart

You’re waiting

Let me go

You tried so hard

I've got so many sights on me

And soothes my heart

Born from the prison we broke

To move there

Your skin is alive

The last they’ve seen

Like a dream

Where time is running out

Grandfathered to the gang