Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Jackets and shoes
Pistols and pens
Poor boy, feels like I ain't got no friends
I wake up nervous
Sunday is gloomy
Eyes on the sidewalk
Look right through me
I hear myself breathing
Trying to focus
Goodbye Babylon
Wandering hopeless
The drifter
Singing the lament to the non-trier
The isolation makes me wanna set myself on
Fire
But I don't live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
I pick all the flowers
Extinguish the flames
The insanity as I can remember all of their
Names
The bottom of the barrel
It's no way how to be
But the cold and the silence
Beats the sh*t out of me
The windows are wooden
But I shouldn't complain
I'll just keep digging
Until I'm good men saying
Cobwebs and apple corers
Old ghosts and vestiges
The woman at the desk says I ain't got no
Messages
But I don't live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Lost in a haze
A fantasy in folklore
The woman I love, she don't want me no more
Inebriated, alliviated of pain and speaking
Wild
Full-grown man, reduced to a weakling child
Hard a hearing, short-tempered, long viewing
Completely disappeared
And cleared of all wrong doing
Challenging the calendars
And tempting the clocks
Tree knocked over
Inside an empty box
And I don't live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down