(ian hunter)



In the heat of the indian summer

Out along the appalachian way

You can hear the sound of the overnight angels

As they pray

Charged by the light of some mariners lantern

Spitting out a cold but triangular spray

Can't you hear the screams of the overnight angels

As they play



Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain

Reaching out beyond the length of the light

You can catch a glimpse of an overnight angel

As he shines

Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living

Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes

Can't you feel the pulse of the overnight angels

Beating time



Can you hear us can you hear us

We're talking 'bout the overnight angels

Can you hear us can you hear us

We're talking 'bout the overnight angels angels angels



Children of the junkies led the revolution

Push yourselves over get yourselves there

Someone throw their arms round the overnight angels

Cause they care

Angels don't need no phony religion

Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres

They will never speak to the overnight angels

They can only stare



Can you hear us can you hear us

We're talking 'bout the overnight angels

Can you hear us can you hear us

We're talking 'bout the overnight angels angels angels angels



Can you hear us can you hear us

We're talking 'bout the overnight angels

Can you hear us can you hear us

We're talking 'bout the overnight angels angels angels angels

Can you hear us can you hear us

We're talking 'bout the overnight angels

Can you hear us can you hear us

We're talking 'bout the overnight angels angels angels angels

Can you hear us can you hear us

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