The ground is filled with angels
Your fingers and your bangles
Tapping on a teacup
In a murmuring cafe
Coffee in a krater
While staring at a waiter
Wheeling out his backup
On a shiny silver tray
It's just your way of speaking
But time is slowly stopping
I can't stay awake when you're talking
Pink wave!
My eyelids got so heavy
And you became congruent
To the triangle language
From the dusty book you stole
You said I mustn't worry
But after that it's blurry
I lost the last part of that
I'm oh so very sorry
It's just your way of speaking
But time is slowly stopping
I can't stay awake when you're talking