sleep well my angel
this won't be less than perfect
sleep well my angel this city isn't worth it
wake up the streets are burning
the avenue is gold
i'm not sleeping i'm just resting my eyes
and i could tell you something, i'm sure that you've been told
we could lose this city by drowning in your eyes

the 615 to Richmond's leaving
speak now or forever trade your piece of mind for peace and quiet
and over my dead body will i watch you fall apart over something like this
i'm tearing back the pieces

it's almost like they hung the stars on purpose
enough so that they're just out of my reach
i can't take the time or is it worth it
for you to leave me drowning on this beach