Jadix

Rock/blues type of deal going on here

I see angels, all the time
But they do not come from the sky
They dont have wings, they can't fly
They walk the streets like you and I

There is nothing, nothing wrong
The gates of heaven are long gone
Even Heaven, can not last
Someone pawned that gold for cash

I see people, look around
Theres no magic within this town
Its like music, in the sound
Its the people who gathered 'round