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 Dreaming of Tom's ghost Now that time's clocked on When it strikes one We're gonna get gone We're gonna get gone Out of the gaze of the last night Into the heat of the street light In the past the future's on our side For every moment in no-time The street reflects the hot sun That we live from That we're gonna die from That we're gonna die from In a town, my home Where the lights glow Only the blessed go Only the blessed go Out of the gaze of the last night Into the heat of the street light In the past the future's on our side For every moment in no-time Out of the gaze of the last night Into the heat of the street light In the past the future's on our side For every moment in no-time Out of the gaze of the last night Into the heat of the street light The sun, the moon and the stars sign For every moment in no-time