there's angels hiding under   trestles above the ground   they hover there forever   so they can't be found      trains are speeding over   over the frozen lakes   would you ever see me   under the ice awake      it's too late now   it's too late now   it's too late to fix my broken hands   to fix my broken hands      he's got a steel guitar   where his hearts supposed to be   called in the mechanic   he couldn't tune the strings      and there's always circus music   playing inside his head   it jumped into the river   and into the sea it fled      it's too late now   it's too late now   it's too late to fix my broken hands   to fix my broken hands