If often in the still of night 
Thoughts turn out twisted 
Well unwind 

Uncurl and lay the worries of the world 
By any fire you find 
Dreamers only believers in their sleep 
Under archievers take a leap 
Tell her the secrets that you keep 

So close and yet too far out 
Maybe someday you'll hear 
Sweet somethings whispered softly 
Into your ear 

To those with afflictions 
Prone to addictions 
To users and to losers 
Doubters and their daughters and sons 
Your angel [bad word] 

Maybe [bad word] and gone 
Already lost the one 
What have you done 
You lost the only one 

If you came from something 
And you're headed nowhere 
Out on [bad word] 
Allow this thought to crystallise 

It is better in the [bad word] 
To never get there 
And let the journey decide 

In all this doom and this gloom 
And pessimistical visions 
Came all condemned men 
All fatalists in metaphysical fear 
How could love be here 

To those with afflictions 
Prone to addictions 
To users and losers 
Doubters and their daughters and sons 
Your angel [bad word] 

And to those with intentions 
In all three dimensions 
To jokers and to the joke 
Doubters and their daughters and sons 
(maybe you've found the one) 

Maybe [bad word] and gone