That was our fifth song

And I hope you enjoyed it

Now this would be our best song

That you have ever heard

The dirt bike's going on stage

Thank you

You're gonna drive me crazy

You're gonna drive me mad

You got an angel on your shoulder

Makin 'hairpins out of glass

I believe in believing

The Things That We do not see

And the skin violin is where

The neighbors will not read meals

Heirloom jewelry and the family

With sets and heaps of thieves

Will cast down Things

That you've never ever seen

Like the gods, like the glory, like the stories

That your fathers set before you

Ride the tiger 'round the kingdom, oh no

Oh no, there's a meeting in the canyons

Oh no, this is rising to the clouds

You're gonna drive me crazy

You're gonna drive me mad

You got an angel on your shoulder

Makin 'hairpins out of glass

Baby, do not be unhappy

Baby, do not be sad

Better Things are coming

I Swear That there's truth in

I'm shooting off the cannons

And the clouds begin to flow

And the weave baskets but the ones heap

Are the ones we'll never keep

Just pretend That Things Are mobile

And they're never staying put

And the way we were the day

We climbed to the top of the Steeple

With it's people spewing angels out Their mouths

And letting tables turn to charcoal

In the lipstick and the lipstick in the evening

Oh no, we were waving like the trees

Oh no, They then moved us to the sky

You're gonna drive me crazy

You're gonna drive me mad

You got an angel on your shoulder

Makin 'hairpins outta glass

Baby, do not be unhappy

Baby, do not be sad

Better Things are coming

I Swear That there's truth in

Two or three times the bell will ring

It's when we look for the better of Things

We search for this, we all have none

I feel it crash upon your skin

I find it hard to believe there's more

Of These Things behind the door

Do you miss me like I miss you?

Do I miss you like you miss me?

You're gonna drive me crazy

You're gonna drive me mad

You got an angel on your shoulder

Makin 'hairpins out of glass

Baby, do not be unhappy

Baby, do not be sad

Better Things are coming

I Swear That there's truth in

Baby, do not be unhappy

Baby, do not be sad

Better Things are coming

I Swear That there's truth in