So they came into being Under a dying sun Better angels of our nature A job well done? Don't under the surface Lying dead but dreaming Better angels of our natures 'twas a dream worth dreaming...
When all our wisdom has faded All is said and done Our good intentions are jaded, jaded And all hope is done For the better angels
So the seagulls landed On a dying shore And all our hopes were stranded Growing faint to the core Yet the city's breathing Forever dead but dreaming Better angels of our nature 'twas a dream worth dreaming...