Subterranean Attic - Private Angel - Stripped

Someone is knocking
On my back door
Hello sweet angel, have we ever met before?
Well I don't know how to open my own gate and what's more:
All the words that I knew, they just fell on the floor

Star shining bright
In a cold winter night
If You talk to strolling strangers, it may all turn out right
But don't You go to the main road, where all the white soldiers fight
Try to talk the clown, who's stuck by stagefright

Where You should dig or build, no one can tell
No plans no indications, no magic wishing well
Listen to the soft sound of the quicksilver bell
Search for indications in the leftover cell
Of another lost ranger

(Don't make no fuss, be one of us, and board the big, big bus)

Someone is knocking
On my back door
Hello sweet angel, it's all like it was before
All the words that I knew, they just fell on the floor
But I think it doesn't matter, I'll just sort them once more

I look at the parking meters, when the leaders have left the hall
Where all the outdated heroes are waiting for their call
Where if you're in trouble, there ain't no use calling Saul
I see how the spraycan is writing on the wall
And watch Mona Lisa, she don't smile at all
And I wouldn't want to change her

(Watch for your step, read our good map, and mind the big, big gap)

Grow up, get tall
Enter the guild hall
Do lots of things that don't intrigue you at all
But don't you miss out the moment when the words start to fall
And then watch the angels, dancing through the hall

Written by:
Matthias Baumgart

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