Angels rub their eyes,
a frown on their faces
The future's floating by,
but I'm too tire to face it
Televisions smile,
and fools never doubt it
Whispers multiply,
they all want to shout it
Build a ladder to the stars,
the angles dry their eyes,
marooned in the sky tonight
You can turn your world to stone,
build a wall till you're on your own
You can close the window tight,
but you can't keep out the night