Where do our empties go?
Here comes an angel with good news
She hears it's true
What good people do

Where have your manners gone?
This is an angel with good news
You want these blues?
They're fifty bucks new


And then the prophets
I bring you, my friend, a gift from miles above
You have failed to cross this
to give you my love

Drunk on a grade-school love
I met the angel with good news
You know it's true
What good people do

You don't believe my faith
Here is an angel with good news
If it's not true
The next round's on you



And then the prophets
I bring you my friend a gift from miles above
You have failed the prophets
to give you my love