Bearings

Angel boy,

T’ve got your back Angel boy,

I found your wings

There is a machine‘s submerged scream It buries radio jazz in this idling taxi Fast-food lineup

We watch

Apple Blossom pop corn

Roadside trees

Angel boy,

T've got your back Angel boy,

I found your wings

Iam the new king

With the cardboard crown Riding over a rising scream

We break into the pump room Find the jet pump grinding itself

Into hot metal impairment

T fall

Down, down, down

Against the wall, listening to my heart. Down, down, down

Angel boy,

I've got you back Angel boy,

I found your wings