Makin' Angels

Ok, and for a start There was a craft sale of the heart... Where things are made and things are sold And returned into the gold from whence they came... And I said I would come... And you said you'd come too... Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)... I'm sewing wings on This thing... Every time I try to speak your language a new part of me lives... So I said I would start something and you'd start something too... Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)... I'm sewing wings on This thing... How can we not be so territorial, when everyone's in love with the land? So I said I would go there, and you said you'd go too... Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)... I'm sewing wings on This thing...