Angela is a quasar spinning out
and Angela never took another bow
in the coals after that night
when all the lovers lost their minds
in all the fires yet to start
the ghost of love just walked away
and it was bold... Angela

Delicate are the facets of a soul
and delicate are the seeds left there to grow
in a world of present tense
in the ground or the abyss
there’s a light that shines for her
there’s a good time to be made
and it is gold... Angela

Playing out to the stars in outer space
and playing out all the songs of our disgrace
it helps to know what made a scar
it’s good to know who has your cards
when all the angels shed their wings
and all the fires start themselves
it could get cold... Angela<br />
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			     Thanks to Agent Smith