Out of the Angeles

Show the last one through And pray to keep your first son Show the last one through And clear the way into__ And pray to keep the lights on Show the last one through You hauled your mirror round thinking every day that the glass aint true. Show the l

It's impossible I'll take the road I came from Noise on the phone New boys to give the girls a ride home The light's on Your life won't CHORUS Yeah you're dead alone New boys to give the girls a ride home Much more than a waste of earth's sun The fir

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 Dreamin