The Angels (AUS) — Save Me

Save Me (Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Long-nosed old pros, trading used quotes And men with pencils making copious notes Out in the dark, of the far left wing There's an old man shaking a sheet of tin Judgment's fall into well-spun webs The ditches are full of used bayonets The local priest still holds the floor With the same old lines from the time before Don't you know when I've had enough I laugh at love, ain't that tough Don't you know when I've had enough I'd like to be alone Just to be alone, Oh to be alone Sacred professions still guard the walls But the castle keeps guaranteed to fall Selling souls for a mean half truth But the clown and the king share the palace roof Broken flowers leave a funeral train When you're out in the desert don't you pray for me Don't you know when I've had enough I laugh at love, and all that stuff Don't you know when I've had enough I like to be alone Just to be alone, oh to be alone And they fool themselves Into thinking that they're talking about it That they never doubted Oh to be alone, got to be alone Save me, save me, save me, save me Id like to be alone, just to be alone Don't you know when I've had enough Laugh at love, be that tough Don't you know when I've had enough I laugh en..er..ar all that stuff Don't you know when I've had enough I like to be alone Just to be alone Got to be alone Wanna be alone Oh, to be alone Alone alone alone alone Got to be alone Wanna be alone Got to be alone