歌词
The creator of what’s now cliché had some funny words to say
'all you little things are incomplete'
why did he speak of us that way?
I don’t cry not ’cause I don’t care
It’s very hard to feel the way we used to feel up there
The creator of what’s now cliché
Wants us little things to cry and feel alone
But don’t don’t lose hope no no no no
No no no don’t feel sad ’cause it’s a violent world
But there’s still beauty
I’ll take care of you if you take care of me
I like to sit and listen to the sound
Of the snowflakes landing on the trees
But I can’t get used to feeling cold
I can’t get used to what has happened here to you and me
There’s no escaping so I won’t try
It’s just the heaviness that comes with knowing you will never die
This is the story of a Heaven run by a Caligula sort of God. One who has lost interest in
everything and amuses himself by hurting others. The narrator is one of God’s loyal and
beautiful angels that he has cast out of paradise for no good reason. In fact God has
become so bored of looking at them he has cast out all of the angels and sent them
down to Earth to fend for themselves. The angels are understandably confused and feel
totally lost on Earth. God has struck them with some human senses and so now they
feel cold and hungry and sad and all sorts of things they never had to deal with before.
They realize that the only way to feel any sort of security and equanimity is by sticking
together and helping each other through it. We could learn a lot from them I think.
Written by: Kevin Barnes
