weather-beaten frame and asks the angel for his name. Off in the distance the marble dome. Reflects across the flatlands with a naked feel off into parts unknown. The woman strokes his polishedchrome
I got a chrome plated heart. Wings on these fingers, trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes, they got rust on their love But I have learned to
I got a chrome-plated heart. I got wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes. They got rust on their love. But I have
I got a chrome-plated heart. I got wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes. They got rust on their love. But I have