Kayak - Before the Angels Fell lyrics

A small wooden cross The fragile and silent reminder Of innocence lost Now gathering dust in a room That time has forgotten Too many ifs And too many questions To any given answer Too many why's And too little reason You stumble and you fall Feeling nothing at all Everything looks fine in this neighbourhood The streets are clean and life is good There's a school and several stores The big bad world seems far away In the park where all the children play Their mimicry of wars And who's to tell Which house was built With mortar of mercy and guilt What stone would hide the poisoned well The day before the angels fell In this city of steel The skin feels like melted down iron Where guns are for real And love's just a deal on the street No one cares to remember Too many ifs And too many questions To any given answer Too many why's And too little reason With your head against the wall You're going nowhere at all He's a plastic man With a drastic plan He's got a wife and three kids He's a bore, she's a b**h Got a job that s**s Selling carpets and rugs That nobody wants to buy Now plastic man's Got a fictional friend With a fictional face But a deadly embrace That he's felt before So he locks the door And he's gonna cast the die There's no way out There's no way back If the gla** will show Just a hairline crack He'll be watching bullets fly But plastic man Overplayed his hand He's got to raise the stakes Or slam on the brakes He's got a busy mind That's working overtime Between the cheater and the lie There's no way out There's no way back He's got to bend down low With the k**er in his eye Love and manipulation Are two different doors Both will promise salvationv But in different floors To avoid confrontation There's a thin line of trust Such a weak separation When the line's drawn by lust Breaking every connection To the child he once was When his only protection Was a small wooden cross Something has changed in the neighbourhood Where the streets were clean and life was good They've closed the school and stores The big bad world has found its way To the park, where children used to play That now are kept indoors The papers sell Their tales of grief Claiming anger and sheer disbelief About the man they thought they knew so well The day before the angels fell In this city of gla** The heart's tied to strings of desire To memories pa**ed To secrets ama**ed in the house That time had forgotten But too many ifs And too many questions To any given answer Too many why's And too little reason For dreams beyond recall Once and for all Look at the father Look at the son If one is the other Thy will be done The story no one lived to tell About the day the angels fell...