Twelve Angels

Walking into the billiards, alone in drag
Hours on 112, no ID in my bag
And the only light is the red open sign
Twelve angels, per three tables, lined in four lines
I'm here in midnight bioluminous.

Twelve angels, one for each table
And the red open sign
Here in midnight bioluminous.

I've fallen for an illusion
An instinctual cry for change
And I promised myself no more confusion
No more thoughts to derange
And as i sink into my vinyl chair
Someone tries to look it through me
I choose light to turn its way
And let the dark matter into me.

I've fallen for an illusion.

I see peers of mine staring my way
Drippy canine eyes
Trying to look it through me
And what do I do I turn
Tightly its way
And let the dark matter into me.

What more can I say?
I've fallen for an illusion
Told myself no more confusion
Somewhere there's a chord sitting in the air for me
But tonight I don't wanna care for me.