Broken angel you sway helpless through the desert wind
as your enemies they come to pick your bones
you're an anomaly so graced to be a lie you told in leisurely
a passing fascination with obituary eyes
before these alabaster hands ever let go so long to go meticulous in ritual you made a science of your pain
where all your bleeding hearts and hungry minds
divide along the way
so in love with all you could not be
never really knowing all the pain you're gonna find
forever doomed to wonder aimlessly
so long to go before these alabaster hands ever let go
swaying in the California haze in angel dust we all do blow away
we bleed this love alive
when do all these words mean anything?
What good will come of you and me?
straight faced to suicide
just growin' old and none the wiser
fall apart and then your time to fall
again get up again and on and on exercise your demons when you dream
wasted breath in blackened lung and shortness of belief
the secrets that you keep inside are all you've ever known pay to ride and fuck to die reinvent another you
but that never stops that march right off the cliff in a single file
these angel wings could never take the weight of the fall
a question lost time a tasteless joke a secret smile
to fall apart and get up again and on again we bleed this love alive
straight faced to suicide
when do all these words mean anything?
fall apart and then your time to fall
just growin' old and none the wiser
What good will come of you and me?
again get up again and on and on.
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