Told me the angels were holding the angles.
In total, the odds were okay.
To say that they could not pray
Was breaking the moment. And I can't remember
If shallow or deep was the ticking mislead me away.
Today. Today.

And how small are you?

I met her in Tokyo (to talk to that angel)
To tell her that we are living and breathing machines.
Tell me. Tell me.
That God must have sent her from heaven above us
To show us that we are all dead.
I'm dead (in my head). I'm dead.

And how small are you?