If often in the still of night

Thoughts turn out twisted

Well unwind

Uncurl and lay the worries of the world

By any fire you find

Dreamers only believers in their sleep

Under archievers take a leap

Tell her the secrets that you keep

So close and yet too far out

Maybe someday you'll hear

Sweet somethings whispered softly

Into your ear

To those with afflictions

Prone to addictions

To users and to losers

Doubters and their daughters and sons

Your angel will come

Maybe she's come and gone

Already lost the one

What have you done

You lost the only one

If you came from something

And you're headed nowhere

Out on the run

Allow this thought to crystallise

It is better in the long run

To never get there

And let the journey decide

In all this doom and this gloom

And pessimistical visions

Came all condemned men

All fatalists in metaphysical fear

How could love be here

To those with afflictions

Prone to addictions

To users and losers

Doubters and their daughters and sons

Your angel will come

And to those with intentions

In all three dimensions

To jokers and to the joke

Doubters and their daughters and sons

(maybe you've found the one)

Maybe she's come and gone