Angels Go Home

All our morning after sudden laughter

All our moons bloom overnight

Like our happy hour plastic flowers

All our dreamers lose to the light

Like our friendly fire, naked liars

And tired pomp and circumstance

All our true believers break like fever

All our bruises beg for a chance (beg for a chance)

All our sons and daughters

Throw their stones in holy water

All our angels go home

All our friends and lovers

Take our clothes and show their colors

All our angels go home

Paper tigers, dumpster divers

All our phantoms fixing their own hair

Our unforgiven count their ammunition

All our mercy leaves us unaware (unaware)

All us sons and daughters

Throw our stones in holy water

All our angels go home

All us friends and lovers

Take your clothes and show our colors

All our angels go home