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 homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
