…and days blank like they bleached them

and nights outline air like

static on the phone

and you say that you feel them,

but the words you

picked so carefully keep coming out all wrong

so I’ll write them in light

and I’ll carve them in stone

I was made for loving you

I was put on

this sweet earth too,

I was made to love you

in the air I hear gunfire, going off in the hills. Clocks are ticking,

the battle is nearing, I’m fending them off with these pills.

if you’re

stuck in the front line, would you charm your way out?

you might like the

idea of the kill, but you don’t know what dying’s about…. (chorus)

In the sky I see angels flying all over town

they’ve got drugs in their

pockets, to keep us all on the ground.

I won’t send you my angel; angels

only deceive.

Spit the pills out feed fuel to your fear

and fly away

with me (chorus)