The sun washes down in the desert night, I've got nowhere to go I've got no place in mind,
You wear your hair a certain way that suits you, please don't change my baby cos' I may not love you...
From the heavens above, and the clouds that ignite, from the heavens above, where all the angels die.
The sun washes down in the desert night, I got a bottle of jack and some downers to grind,
You wear your hair a certain way that suits you, oh, please don't change my baby cos' I may not love you...
From the heavens above, and the clouds that ignite, from the heavens above, where all the angels die.
The memories we had were all drugged up and cool, the memories we had are now broken glass and ruined - you wear your hair a certain way that suits you, please don't change my baby cos' I may not love you...
From the heavens above, and the clouds that ignite, from the heavens above, where all the angels die.
We'll be together again...