I was just another west-coast maximalist exploring the blues
Ignoring the news from the front where they're taking her children away
Taking them where they wanna go: Tall ships made of snow invading the sun

Some people call me 'Angel' on their deathbed, in a dream
That's right, the Czar's father thought things could've gone differently
Last night, but they didn't...

I was just another west-coast maximalist exploring the blues
Ignoring the news from the front where they're taking her children away
Taking them where they wanna go: Tall ships made of snow invading the sun

And I couldn't bear to follow you there, where trauma exists in the sky
20th Century Masters welcome these disasters, and so do I
But, no!
Oh baby, please don't go up into it!