Home of the saints, burn down the walls
Between spaces, between friends
Archaic angels pose in rows
And in my garden angels grow

They come inside only at night
Inter-static sunbeams
Are the angels only storybook

They come inside only at night
Inter-static sunbeams
Are the angels only storybook

Friends

Everybody sees everyone
They don't bother wearing seatbelts
To protect them from the wreck
They've already died in the California demise