Home of the saints
Burn down the walls
Between spaces
Between friends

Archaic angels
Pose in rows
And in my garden
Angels grow

They come inside
Only at night
Inter-static sunbeams
Are the angels only storybook

They come inside
Only at night
Inter-static sunbeams
Are the angels only storybook

Friends

Everybody sees everyone
They don't bother wearing seatbelts
To protect them from the wreck
They've already died
In the California demise