sleep well my angel   this won't be less than perfect   sleep well my angel this city isn't worth it   wake up the streets are burning   the avenue is gold   i'm not sleeping i'm just resting my eyes   and i could tell you something, i'm sure that you've been told   we could lose this city by drowning in your eyes      the 615 to Richmond's leaving   speak now or forever trade your piece of mind for peace and quiet   and over my dead body will i watch you fall apart over something like this   i'm tearing back the pieces      it's almost like they hung the stars on purpose   enough so that they're just out of my reach   i can't take the time or is it worth it   for you to leave me drowning on this beach