Nothing Else

My Angel! Clipped Wings, I Know.
Wanders in Darkness, On Grimy Ground.
In a Forest, Unclean, Unsound.
Everything, Everything's Gone Wild.
Make Land For the Cows to Graze,
Leaflets Scatter Around to Advertise.
Sellout....

A Swamp, in It Hands Streched Out
To Catch a Passing Dime.
Donations to the Rich,
Widened Opavements For the Poor,
Somewhere Else to Lie.
But My Friend the Carriage Door
Stands Slightly Ajar,
And I Know Clipped Wings Make Uneasy Flight,
But We've Gotta Reach!

A Place Where the Feast Never Ends,
When the Music Celebrates.
In a Time When Darkness Belongs
To Night's Skies And
Nothing Else.

Tomorrow My Spirit's Seen,
Fears Today My Mind,
Soul Aches to Deep,
Always Craves My Body to Reach

A Place Where the Feast Never Ends
A Moment When the Music Celebrates
And a Time Where Darkness Belongs to Night's Skies And
Nothing Else!