10000000000000 Angels
Captain Jazz
Less gold, more roan
There's more angels in this room
than I'll ever know
Two feet above empties and cables and smoke
She already knows
Less gold, more roan
Like the scars and mistakes that are hid by my clothes
There's no way to say I'm sorry, so can I just be alone?
She already knows
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Riddles and postcards addressed to my old home
Lining the yard, a blankey of snow
I was too young to see, to angry to know
There were angels there waiting
Wings and eyes all staring at me,
Hoping I'd fall down where I'm supposed to be
Tucked in the grass, silently sleeping
There were angels there waiting