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 eyesso long to go
before these alabaster hands ever let gometiculous 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
forever doomed to wonder aimlessly
never really knowing all the pain you're gonna findso 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
straight faced to suicide
when do all these words mean anything?
What good will come of you and me?
just growin' old and none the wiser
fall apart and then your time to fall
again get up again and on and onwasted breath in blackened lung and shortness of belief
exercise your demons when you dream
the secrets that you keep inside are all you've ever known
pay to ride and fuck to die reinvent another youbut 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?
What good will come of you and me?
just growin' old and none the wiser
fall apart and then your time to fall
again get up again and on and on
