the angels have braided their hair,
“we heard there was a party here,”
now she’s chain-smoking out on the fire escape,
tonight is made of rain..
“I’ll tell you what,” she began,
“take it from me,” and I said, “Amen,”
the stereo’s playing the same song again,
we fight to stay awake,
until the how-to book’s been written,
1000 times, until you’re certain,
and until my heart wakes up unsmitten,
after our finest fireworks fade,
until the day breaks, tonight is made of rain..
a stranger’s passed out on the couch,
we pause, for effect, now the loud ones have left and
the darkness reminds us of sleep that we missed,
as I begin to dream,
until your how-to book gets written,
1000 times, until you’re certain,
and until my heart wakes up unsmitten,
after our finest fireworks fade,
until the day breaks, tonight is made of rain, tonight..
the angels all braided their hair,
they heard there was a party here,
wet cigarette butts on the fire escape,
tonight is made of rain, tonight is made of rain…
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