sleep well my angel this won't be less than perfect sleep well my angel this city isn't worth it wake up the streets are burning the avenue is gold i'm not sleeping i'm just resting my eyes and i could tell you something, i'm sure that you've been told we could lose this city by drowning in your eyes the 615 to Richmond's leaving speak now or forever trade your piece of mind for peace and quiet and over my dead body will i watch you fall apart over something like this i'm tearing back the pieces it's almost like they hung the stars on purpose enough so that they're just out of my reach i can't take the time or is it worth it for you to leave me drowning on this beach