faraway/so close/to every snowflake

green light, seven eleven
you stop in for a pack of cigarettes
you don't smoke, don't even want to
hey now, check your change
dressed up like a car crash
your wheels are turning but you're upside down
you say when he hits you, you don't mind
because when he hurts you, you feel alive
hey babe, is that what it is

red lights, gray morning
you stumble out of a hole in the ground
a vampire or a victim
it depend's on who's around
you used to stay in to watch the adverts
you could lip synch to the talk shows

and if you look, you look through me
and when you talk, you talk at me
and when i touch you, you don't feel a thing

and if you listen i can't call
and if you jump, you just might fall
and if you shout, i'll only hear you

three o'clock in the morning
it's quiet and there's no one around
just the bang and the clatter
as an angel runs to ground

just the bang
and the clatter
as an angel
hits the ground