Nothing Else

My Angel! Clipped Wings, I Know.

Wanders in Darkness, On Grimy Ground.

In a Forest, Unclean, Unsound.

Everything, Everything's Gone Wild.

Make Land For the Cows to Graze,

Leaflets Scatter Around to Advertise.

Sellout....

A Swamp, in It Hands Streched Out

To Catch a Passing Dime.

Donations to the Rich,

Widened Opavements For the Poor,

Somewhere Else to Lie.

But My Friend the Carriage Door

Stands Slightly Ajar,

And I Know Clipped Wings Make Uneasy Flight,

But We've Gotta Reach!

A Place Where the Feast Never Ends,

When the Music Celebrates.

In a Time When Darkness Belongs

To Night's Skies And

Nothing Else.

Tomorrow My Spirit's Seen,

Fears Today My Mind,

Soul Aches to Deep,

Always Craves My Body to Reach

A Place Where the Feast Never Ends

A Moment When the Music Celebrates

And a Time Where Darkness Belongs to Night's Skies And

Nothing Else!