My angel clipped wings I know
   Wonders in darkness on grimey ground
   In a forest unclean unsound
   Everything everything's gone wild
   Make land for the cows to graze
   Leaflets scatter around to advertise sell out
  
   A swamp in it hands stretched out
   To catch a passing dime
   Donations to the rich widened
   Pavements 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 got to reach
  
   Chorus :
  
   A place where the feast never ends
   A moment when the music celebrates
   And a time when darkness belongs
   To night skies and nothing else
   Nothing else -No-
  
   Tomorrow my spirit seen
   Fears today my mind
   Soul aches so deep
   Always craves my body to reach
  
   ( Repeat Chorus )