Stereo working early in the morning,
cup of coffee, and a letter goodbye.
We fell in the same old dumb routine,
like in those black and white movies we used to watch.
I'm hearing voices, voices inside my head.
I don't feel too well, can I go home?
The newspaper said:
"Fatal car crash served in death"
but that didn't interest me,
no, we fell in the same old dumb routine.
Neon glowing angels whispering from heaven,
no, no, no, no, no
I am not fine, oh whoa,
I am not fine, oh, you left me alone
You're an angel made from neon.
Singing stupid love songs early in the morning,
sitting in the kitchen with no hope.
But we don't say anything,
not to each other.
Anything, but each other.
I'm hearing voices, voices, inside my head.
I don't feel too well, can I go home now?
Please, can I go home now?
I keep seeing . . .
Neon glowing angels whispering from heaven.
no, no, no, no, no
I am not fine, oh whoa
I am not fine, oh, you left me alone
You're an angel made of neon. . .
Neon glowing angels, angels! -
- whispering from heaven,
no, no, no, no, no
I am not fine, oh whoa
You're an angel,
You're an angel,
You're an angel,
an angel made from neon
that came crushing down on me,
fuckin' angel made from neon,
making sin beautiful.
But no, oh,
I am not fine, whoa.
