Angels regarding discarded penance

Can't be rebought for trinkets unrigged

Ageless eyes glance certainty enchant dominion

Trapped in silent engage less old strange

Who's are these trees

And why is this melton

Fenced from broken old linen to town

Who is this warehouse

For nobody knows

All the machineries are broken down

Sand paper rust

Oil in the lines

Waiting to fire us back to the good times

Playing our tunes on a broken guitar

Trying to bring down the fire from the stars