there`s angels hiding under
tressles above the ground
they hover there forever
so they can`t be found
trains are speeding over
over the frozen lakes
would you ever see me
under the ice awake
it`s too late now
it`s too late now
it`s too late to fix my broken hands
to fix my broken hands
he`s got a steel guitar
where his hearts supposed to be
called in the mechanic
he couldn`t tune the strings
and there`s always circus music
playing inside his head
it jumped into the river
and into the sea it fled
it`s too late now
it`s too late now
it`s too late to fix my broken hands
to fix my broken hands
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