Out of the Angeles

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

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

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