Feeling the angels bones bend as they fit inside my suitcase,
im going on a trip to the moon
im bringing my angels along for old times sake
ive got pictures to burn...
she's in trouble with the moon, he is not a nice guy
he is not a nice guy no more mister mister
take these broken wings and paint them green
in the noise is a mystry
in the noise is a mystery to be solved
as i step outside the spaceship and the ministry
i put my tongue inside the lightning to hear your voice
nobody returns from the edge.... ive lost my mind no..?
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