Come rebuild your memory with a small mountain of burning leaves   and a swinging wire door that slams shut like a guillotine   strum a note up in the wires   to send bats down the river, seagulls around spires   and shred all the twilight, scatter it city-wide      Those average angels   the drunken saints with heavy heads   They can keep dreaming, dreaming of sleep down the end of the bed   but nobody's ever gonna break your heart again      And the high-pitched, crooked thoughts   that ricocheted off the walls   she just set them down quiet, safe in her dresser drawer   she laid me out on the laundromat floor   and said "You'll be not nearly who you were anymore   and I'll always be here to remind you what time is for"      And those average angels   the drunken saints with heavy heads   you see their spirits are cowering under the table   and they're still counting, counting the breaths under their breath   but nobody's ever   nobody's ever gonna break your heart again