Dark Angel

A dark angel parachutes down into an abandoned town

He says: Oh, I've been looking for a certain white clown

Doesn't look like you're it

But you're the only one around

So I guess you'll have to do, He says

So anyway... how are you doin'?

I say, Actually, I can't stand all the new machines

It's supposed to be all brand new but it just looks the same

He says: Oh, it looks like you're bored. So try this he says to me:

Why don't you get yourself an old beret

And why don't you find an old café?

And sit at a time and write something new

That's never been heard before

Or write your own manifesto. That would do

Just make sure you use a pencil

So you can always get it... you know... right

Look at all the things I've bought

I can't believe what they cost

Just a lot of plastic and numbers on my credit card

I'm feeling kind of lost

The world that used to seem so small

I could wrap my arms around it

Now it seems so big. And he said: Oh

>From your pictures I guessed that you were tall

But actually... I gotta go now

It's a small world full of light

It's a small world full of light

But I wouldn't want to have to paint it