Pale Lyrics

I keep my pockets deep with fists, my collar turned up tight

The wind it howls with icy claws, carries me through the night

Oh god watches over me

The angels watch over me

My feet, my feet, they don't give a damn

They just walk on easy streets

She had a smile that burned every eye in the house of the rising sun

And all they could see for the rest of their lives, was what they'd never done

But god watches over me

The angels watch over me

My feet, my feet, they don't give a damn

They just walk on easy streets

And when they shot the final scene in cold December dreams

The streets were lined with naked grief and she was on her knees

But god watches over me

The angels watch over me

My feet, my feet, they don't give a damn

They just walk on easy streets