I awoke from a dream to the sound of fluttering wings. A flock of ghosts on the lawn, Travelling south for the winter i suppose. They're lost trying to leave this icy winterland frost, But there's no way to escape everything. There's an angel up in a tree, And she won't come down. She's afraid that she might fall Into the arms of a fireman And she will lose her soul. Sometimes they don't know when to let go, But there's no way to escape everything.
