Desolate Angels

You waste your time here
You think it's fine here
You draw the blinds dear
You can't seem to
Make up your mind here
Nothing is clear
Nothing is clear

You waste your words here
You waste your love dear
You taste your own tears
You waste your love here

Don't come 'round here
Looking for something
You won't find
All we have are
Desolate angels here
Desperate and unkind

Desperate and unkind

If I told you
What you wanted to hear
Would that be so unfair?
And if I hold you close dear
Would you want to stay here?
No you don't want to stay here!

But you are like a supernova
You are an angel
Among the dregs here
Your porcelain skin
And soft eyes
I can't seem to
Make up my mind here
Nothing is clear
Nothing is clear

written by gary unpingco
copyright © 2007