Out of the Angeles

All the colours I know are beautiful
Viewed though a pure soul
Viewed through a pure soul
In a town, my home
Where the lights glow
Only the blessed go Only the blessed go Up and down the back roads
With our eyes closed
Dreaming of Tom’s ghost
Dreaming of Tom’s ghost
Now that time’s clocked on When it strikes one
We’re gonna get gone
We’re gonna get gone
CHORUS
Out of the gaze of the last night
Into the heat of the street light
In the past the future’s on our side
For every moment in no-time
The street reflects the hot sun
That we live from
That we’re gonna die from
That we’re gonna die from
In a town, my home
Where the lights glow
Only the blessed go Only the blessed go CHORUS x2 +
Out of the gaze of the last night
Into the heat of the street light
The sun, the moon and the stars sign
For every moment in no-time