Lyrics

Glam Angelic

By John Dillon



Feels too bright for this time of day, your head?s full of weapons and you?re far away from the footpath shining from your bathroom window,
I?m in cars as they pass you by, around the same time every Friday night and the neon gives you day-glo halos in the half-light,

It?s a new place but it smells the same, in your new dress the creases remain, to remind you of the same groove in every days end,
Crushed velvet and chandeliers and all the false gods you?re led to believe yet the snow-drops bring you closer to this strange place,


(CHORUS)
Do I care that they see you as a four letter word, in the back of a car at the edge of the world, so quick it?s obscene, a ten second dream, that feels like an hour in some dark side of town,
By your nickname only you have been known, living in places that are never shown, on ?I?ve been there? t-shirts or holiday shows, when you?re together you are alone, by your nickname only you are known.

Out of body, out of mind, through the ceiling and into the night where the moonlight feels alright to the angel that you are,
Forty seconds of heaven remain ?til you?re back in this bright room that doesn?t explain why its shadows seem to move you in a strange way,

(REPEAT CHORUS)




John Dillon (2007)