Angels fall down without warning,
Cherry lipstick on the teat of dangerous curse.
She had a bulletproof mind and big pawn-shop eyes
And nothing you could say would get to her.

So don´t look home an an angel with a man on the seat.
I can stump twice and make it on the way.
We´ll tap every last drop until that feeling stops
And let the Devil come join us dancing.

Across that yellow sun.
We´ll run.
Because the Devil in Stitches only has his fun
Performing for the Chosen One.

We can run.

She was living on the edge of a knife.
His head was filled with restless ghosts.
It´s so easy to love a bringer of destruction.
She said, "Darling, I love you madly."

Like teeth-stained cheeks behind your shattered window,
Praying for a song to save her life.
I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine,
So let the Devil come join us dancing.

Across that yellow sun.
We´ll run,
While the Devil in Stitches goes and has his fun
Performing for the Chosen One.

We can run
While in the street,
Like a formal procession
Of love and deceit.

I will carry hope
Like a body from the wreckage.
Issue punch-drunk cupids,
Knocking out of the senses.

I know we drove it onto the brink.
That´s where they stood and looked out,
But then he made a decision.
That´s where they made a division.

Declaring war on the weather,
I´ll act like crying forever.
So come on and sing,
Sing hallelujah right now.