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 veins 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.