Lyrics:

Everyday on my way home

The clouds would break and the angels

Would sing their refrain



This world's an ungodly place

Strangled by vines unchaste

So with my shining blade of steel

I would cut a path wide



Dipped in the ink of the fight

Written clean through the night

Mark my words upon the front page

To set my world straight





It's too late, it's too late

It's too late, it's too late

Just like I found it, my world is split

Right down the spine



Years bled dry now ripe for a reckoning

My blade's back slash beckoning

Slice my wounds and I make the sign one more time



Come on. come on. come home. come home

Yeah it's too late, it's too late

It's too late, to refrain...refrain...refrain...



Did those angels ever sing?