It takes time to be nice to yourself all the way, my love

It's not hard to get mad with what's not there indeed, my dear

And you'll find that the hard way is always the right way

Here I stand on my own flying vultures above my head

See them waiting for lunch in the heat of the sun, oh dear

They will rip, they will tear, oh my god, oh my god, I fear

And my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, for years

Boy, so many stories to tell

You might go, go away but I'll always be here, my dear

I might go, fly away but you'll always be stuck in here

The more I see less I know, oh my god, oh my god, I fear

Still my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, for years

Boy, we only wanted to fly

It takes time to be nice to yourself all the way, my dear

It's not hard to get mad with what's not there indeed, my love

And you'll find that the hard way is always the right, my love

Still my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, for years

Boy, so many stories to tell