A Mad Desire To Dance

You and me we see, what we see
And all I see here is
And all I see here is love
You say, this can't be done, this can't be real
I don't see, see anyone
Behind every ghostly care there's a sinner's prayer
Creeping up the stairs, so just sit right there

All my friends are angels, but they've got no wings
To carry them home

Weight my stare and a price to steep
I'm fighting for, fighting to keep
This piece of chocolate chip on my upper lip
I'm bleeding out, and all my stones
Are in the crowd
Come on boy just sit right down

All my friends are angels, but they've got no wings
To carry them home