The lights go down but you're not my crowd
The piano's flat, guitar too loud
And wall slouch figures would rather be in the bar
But it's my nail to hang a troubled soul
A basic need we can't control
We don't get to choose the people that we are
Tell me how,
tell me when
All things must fall to rise again
Crayon angels,
tell me when
All things must fall to rise again
I'm a balladeer on a borrowed cross I'm Troubadour,
not Fillmore
And you know I don't trust strangers anyway
You say you missed that I'd moved on
But a me-sized hole suggested that I'd gone A kiss but I
won't stay
Tell me how,
tell me when
All things must
fall to rise again
Crayon angels,
tell me when All things must fall to
rise again
Crayon angels,
tell me when All things must
fall to rise again
The lights go down but you're not my crowd