Last night i saw a host of angels
and they were all singing different songs
and it sounded like a lot of lawnmowers
mowing down my lawn
and up above kerjillions of stars spangled all over the sky
and they were spirals turning
turning in the deep blue night.
and suddenly for no reason
the way that angels leave the grund
they left in a kind of vortex
travelling at the speed of sound.
and just as i started to leave
just as i turned to go
i saw a man who'd fallen
he was lying on his back in the snow.
some people walk on water
some people walk on broken glass
some just walk round and round in their dreams some just keep falling down.
so when you see a man who's broken
pick him up and carry him
and when you see a woman who's broken
put her all into your arms
cause we don't know where we come from
we don't know what we are.
so when you see a man who's broken
pick him up and carry him
and when you see a woman who's broken
put her all into your arms
cause we don't know where we come from.
we don't know what we are.
and you?
you're no one
and you?
you're falling
and you?
you're travelling
travelling at the speed of light.
and you?
you're no one
and you?
you're falling
and you?
you're travelling
travelling at the speed of light.