Feel it in the heart
I don't feel it
Everything else is in the rush
You're my only friend dead poet
Heaven knows I've read you in the dark
And you're my friend
When the angels of death are hanging in the air
My imagination's feeling broken
You're the only one I hear
I read aloud your verses and they've spoken
You're my friend
You're my friend
When the night feels cruel
You're my friend
When I'm love's fool
And when the angels of death are hanging in a row
You're my friend
You're my only friend
When the night feels cruel
You're my only friend
When I'm love's fool
And when the angels of death are hanging in a row
You're my friend
These are nice gifts
In the loopholes and catacombs of time
To travel and glance back
And see far distant replicas
Of ourselves
Perched out on a rock
Waving to us
As if surprised
To find us still alive
Whoa-oh, oh, oh
Let's bolt
And imagine the other
As a seed
Imagines a flower
As a seed
Imagines a flower
As a seed
Imagines a flower