I have written enough
There's enough to sing for a song of remembering
Everything moves, everyone's laughing
Moving through the city of passing
I've written enough, enough for a while
I've written enough, enough for a while

Not every one moves beyond the past, everything moves
But outside these photographs everything dies- the cycles of time Everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through

I remember these streets
I remember these faces; no one here ever ages
Angels from machines crowding the streets
There must be some kind of factory where...
The angels are made to just be replaced
I've written enough, enough for today

Not every ones moves beyond the past; everything moves
But outside these photographs everything dies- the cycles of time Everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through

The angels are made to just be replaced
I've written enough, enough for today

Not every one moves beyond the past; everything moves
But outside these photographs everything dies- the cycles of time Everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through