I came to my sleep and wrong and a madman so he thought for sure dancing up a river in the dark looking for a woman to call and spa He was crying on the sidewalk for passing change when something strange happened over a train passed through so he buried the coins he made in people's park went looking for a woman to call and spa He seemed like he read my mind saw me mistrusting him and still acting kind He saw how I'm worried sometimes, how I'm worried sometimes All the guilty people he said have all seen the stains on the daily bread on the Christian name so I cleared myself, I sacrificed my blues and you could complain me, I'd complain you His eyes were the color of the sand in the sea the more he talked to me, the more he reached me but I couldn't let go of LA City of the Fallen Angels Thank you