Lau - Saint monday lyrics

Angels regarding discarded 'pinions Can't be re bought for trinkets and rings Ageless eyes glance at an ancient dominion Trapped in silent and gaugeless old strings Who's are these trees and why is this mountain Fenced from broken old mill into town Who is this warehouse forlorn and enormous All the machinery's all broken down Sandpaper; rust; oil in the lines Waiting to fire us back to the good times Playing out tunes on a broken guitar Trying to bring down the fire from the stars