clouds covered stars   and hide their homes from flickering      trunk of our car   an angel who has lost his wings      and he will shine   tonight      blueberry tree   the prophet who interprets dreams      lay at his feet   an angel soaked in gasoline      and he will shine   tonight      smoke starts to clear   clouds refuse to disappear      dark desert night   as fire is our only light      a fallen angel   burn out bright   amongst the sands    that took his life      and flames right down   about to die   pyres putting up a fight      we had no choice   we had to try   we had no choice    we had to try   we had no choice   we had to try