Angelito

Tired of the old drunk
Little angel walks down the street
Fallen angel goes
Fallen angel and without waist
A rematch perhaps
To what couldn't be
Anger that splits the back
It's getting late
And it looks like it's going to rain.
Tired of the old drunk
Little angel walks down the street
A little to walk
And a lot to forget
Fallen angel goes
To what couldn't be
Holding onto a hope
It's getting late
And it looks like it's going to rain.
I'm going to walk, I'm going to descend
Take the subway, and then I'll see
To that place, I don't want to return
I can talk to a wall...
On the edge
Of the old building
Little angel smiles and gets excited
Thinking about falling.
Falling, falling
Edge of the sunset
All for a precipice
It's getting late
And it looks like it's going to rain.
I'm going to walk, I'm going to descend
Take the subway, and then I'll see
To that place, I don't want to return
I can talk to a wall...