The angels have taken a beating
The courtyards are green-black
And in Azalea you can't help falling in love
There goes someone who swears everything you do is good
If you want an idiot, put your hand in mine
Got no place to call home
In this sh*tty spring rain
A suburban crew takes over a tram home
Want an idiot, put your hand in mine
You might never reach what you want to reach
You might never get the one you want to get