When the setting sun beats down upon a ground of clay and soil
The remains of teardrops evaporate and ascend to the clouds that once bore them
And as the heavens open
Angels fall from the sky and crumble to dust
They lay there
Resting in the rust
Unable to trust
When I close my eyes
I see things that hurt me
I see things that scare me
When I close my eyes
I see people trying
I see people trying
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
I see people who want to be good
Everybody wants to be good
But we can't help ourselves
We can't help ourselves
We can't help ourselves