The sun was yellow.
Beneath the streaming through the trees.
Clouds are great pillows
Floating so grandly above the trees
Why is everybody so hollow
So I kill everything.
Sweet worlds of angels.
Sweet worlds of angels.
Sweet worlds of angels
Some never never never die die.
Sweet worlds of angels.
Some never never never die die.
Sweet worlds of angels.
Some never never never die die.
Beautiful angels.
Don't ever leave me behind.
Your all too perfuming of my life.
I think that I would like to
stroll down a street or two.
Stop by some places that I know
and see whats become of me.