[as Kara's Flowers]

You have this way of dipping in and out of sight
as things collide.
Bridges burning softly in the night.
You have a way of falling in and out of time
as it goes by
passing silently with no goodbye.

And I've spoken with all the other angels
they don't know what to do.
And I agree with them whole-heartedly,
I do.

Telegram came toyday from a friend
saying "Where in the hell have you been,
where are you going?"
I said:
"I don't know, does this lonelyness show,
and if so does it ever end?"

And I've spoken with all the other angels,
they don't know what to do.
And I agree with them whole-heartedly,
I do.

You have this way of meaning everything and nothing to me
at the same time.
Returning my Hello's with Goodbye's

'Cause I've spoken with all the other angels,
they don't know what to do.
And I agree with them whole-heartedly,
I do.

'Cause I've spoken with all the other angels,
they don't know what to do.
And I agree with them whole-heartedly,
I do.

And I've spoken with all the other angels,
they don't know what to do.
And I agree with them whole-heartedly,
I do.