C'est si loin, déjà.
Oh if every angel's terrible
Then why do youwatch her sleep
Youlove to hear her sing
Andwear purple eyes like rings
Well the flowers have no scent
And thechild 's been miscarried
Oh every angel's terrible
Said Freud and Rilke all the same
Rimbaudnever paid them no mind
But Jimmi Morrison had his elevators
His elevators
Then why do you
You
And
And the
Oh every angel's terrible
Rimbaud
His elevators