Paper Angels

I'm out of this town
 It treats me like stranger
 Awaiting a midnight train at the station
 To take me away
 There is no turning back
 Like a pile of clay I melt away
 Call me an angel for these paper wings they can fly
 Perhaps it could wait at least till November
 The sky will turn gray and make me remember
 The gray in your eyes,
 And pain will start over and over again
 And again and again and again and again
 'Cause there is no turning back
 Like a pile of clay you melt away
 I call you an angel, don't you know that your wings they can fly?
 Now there's no turning back
 Like a pile of clay we melt away
 We are no angels, on these paper wings we can't
 We are no angels, no wonder that we couldn't fly...