Home of the saints
Burn down the walls
Between spaces
Between friends
Archaic angels
Pose in rows
And in my garden
Angels grow
They come inside
Only at night
Inter-static sunbeams
Are the angels only storybook
They come inside
Only at night
Inter-static sunbeams
Are the angels only storybook
Friends
Everybody sees everyone
They don't bother wearing seatbelts
To protect them from the wreck
They've already died
In the California demise