People are leaving

In total frustration

The throw up their hands

People are leaving

As I stomp into spring

(that dont mean a thing)



So:

The angels are making circles

A gift to every naked fat baby

But everyones leaving

To look for a new place to dance



And drilling the heart with sparrows

Well try to get up from the ages

And re-write the book of the pharaohs

At least add a couple of pages

And dance

Before everyone leaves



The servants are making a promise



Well all rise above the depression

The angels are making new circles

A gift to every naked fat baby