There comes a son, a son of angels

Carrying an empty glass

Trying to fill it to the surface

Well tell your thirst love has passed



You carry on, carry the world

You must get worn with all the weight

I take it in but you won't no where

And no where's where we're headed fast



Oh, oh, Rodeo

Slow turning to and fro

Oh, oh, Rodeo

Where we land no one knows (no one knows..)



We're not blind to what it is

In other words, the ignorant kind

Well life is short, but oh it's wide

It's wide enough to blow my mind



Well I believe in ever-after

Just in case what's after that

Don't I love you like the angels

And could you ever love me back?



Chorus



Strangers now we are becoming

Stranger now we have become

If any fiction every returns

Returned by the coolest one



Chorus