Angels rub their eyes,a frown on their faces.The future’s floating by,but I’m too tire to face it.Televisions smile,and fools never doubt it.Whispers multiply,they all want to shout it.Build a ladder to the stars,the angles dry their eyes,marooned in the sky tonight.You can turn your world to stone,build a wall till you’re on your own.You can… Continue reading Marooned – The Lightning Seeds