��� Skin tight �� I want you to see the light �� And follow up into the night �� My dream �� Comes from the pale light of a bright blue screen �� It was old, it was cold �� From the song that was sung �� And my heart made a noise �� Like an oil drum �� But everybody's holding me down ���� We'll make course again �� Something lifting you out of the place that you're in �� It's a pain, it's a crime �� Angels �� It's a crime, not a crime ��� Could you fall for it? �� For the rays of the world �� It was all that I got from the falling of a dead angel ��� Is the crisis a shame? �� This is not California �� I know it doesn't look like much �� This is my way to warn you �� That it will never be enough �� If you go to California �� We will not stay in touch �� I've never been to California �� And I will keep it as such �� But everybody's holding you down �� I know �����������������Something lifting me out of the place that I'm inIt's a tame, let it outCause it's just, it's bursting into life***