clouds covered stars
and hide their homes from flickering
trunk of our car
an angel who has lost his wings
and he will shine
tonight
blueberry tree
the prophet who interprets dreams
lay at his feet
an angel soaked in gasoline
and he will shine
tonight
smoke starts to clear
clouds refuse to disappear
dark desert night
as fire is our only light
a fallen angel
burn out bright
amongst the sands
that took his life
and flames right down
about to die
pyres putting up a fight
we had no choice
we had to try
we had no choice
we had to try
we had no choice
we had to try
Kaufman's Ballad