California Demise (3)

Lyrics

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