Angels rub their eyes,
a frown on their faces.
The future`s floating by,
but I`m too tire to face it.
Televisions smile,
and fools never doubt it.
Whispers multiply,
they all want to shout it.
Build a ladder to the stars,
the angles dry their eyes,
marooned in the sky tonight.
You can turn your world to stone,
build a wall till you`re on your own.
You can close the window tight,
but you can`t keep out the night.
