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My angel, clipped wings I know |
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Wonders in darkness on grimy ground |
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In a forest unclean, unsound |
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Everything, everything's gone wild |
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Make land for the cows to graze |
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Leaflets scattered around |
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To advertise, sell out |
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A swamp in it, hands stretched out |
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To catch a passing dime |
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Donations to the rich widened |
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Pavements for the poor |
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Somewhere else to lie |
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But my friend the carriage door |
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Stands slightly ajar |
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And I know clipped wings |
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Make uneasy flight |
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But we've got to leave |
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A place where the feast never ends |
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A moment when the music celebrates |
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And a time when darkness belongs |
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Tonight skies and nothing else, no |
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Nothing else, no |
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Tomorrow my spirit seen |
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Fears today my mind |
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Soul aches so deep |
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Always craves my body to reach |
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A place where the feast never ends |
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A moment when the music celebrates |
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And a time when darkness belongs |
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Tonight skies and nothing else, no |
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Nothing else, no |
