I saw the glint of gold on a wayward road
It slowly twisted back underneath the heavy load
I'll throw all your diamonds away
They won't mean a thing
When the angels lift our eyelids in the morning

This night might be the worst for the freezing birds
Waiting for the sun to come and warm the icy earth
But they'll take their weary heads
Out from underneath their wings
When the angels lift our eyelids in the morning

The hunchbacks in their lonely towers
Toll their bells at the witch's hours
And watch orange eyes ablaze
Vanish into the alleyways
And snowstorms in our tv sets
And black forests beneath our beds
They lie in wait where no one hears
To play the drums inside our ears

When the bottoms of the clouds all start turning red
There's a bird up on a bridge swaying wildly in my head
Just waiting for the sun
For another chance to sing
When the angels lift our eyelids in the morning
When the angels lift our eyelids in the morning
When the angels lift our eyelids in the morning