My angel, clipped wings I know Wonders in darkness on grimy ground In a forest unclean, unsound Everything, everything has gone wild
Make land for the cows to graze Leaflets scattered around to advertise, sell out
A swamp, in it hands stretched out To catch a passing dime Donations to the rich, widened pavements for the poor Somewhere else to lie
But my friend the carriage door stands slightly ajar And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight But we’ve got to reach
A place where the feast never ends A moment when the music celebrates And a time when darkness belongs to night skies And nothing else No, nothing else, no
Tomorrow my spirit’s seen Fears today my mind Soul aches so deep Always craves my body to reach
A place where the feast never ends A moment when the music celebrates And a time when darkness belongs to night skies And nothing else No, nothing else