Where dust, wheat and rye Crash against the sky Some blood runs down the post On bones of traveling ghosts Nobody takes the place Pictures of falling grace Nobody can win Stay close, my friend Listen here, I tell no lie Among the wheat and the rye There's blood all around That never dries on that ground Nobody takes the place Pictures of falling grace Nobody can win Stay close, my friend Crash into the sky Where the wind blows dust on rye Crash in