Someone danced before the stage
3 pints since they ran out of range
They know that a home
Is another word for being alone
They don't want to leave us yet
Give them one more tune they
Can forget
Closing time is near
There is a hole in our hearts
Big enough to hide an angel
If you're down at the bottom
The only exit is above
And if you break through the sky
Without caught up your own angel
I've heard somebody find them
On the gra** of Eden's lawn.