I'm out of this town
It treats me like stranger
Awaiting a midnight train at the station
To take me away
There is no turning back
Like a pile of clay I melt away
Call me an angel for these paper wings they can fly
Perhaps it could wait at least till November
The sky will turn gray and make me remember
The gray in your eyes,
And pain will start over and over again
And again and again and again and again
'Cause there is no turning back
Like a pile of clay you melt away
I call you an angel, don't you know that your wings they can fly?
Now there's no turning back
Like a pile of clay we melt away
We are no angels, on these paper wings we can't
We are no angels, no wonder that we couldn't fly...