so i saw the angel girl hang her wings by the door tired from the windy chill guilt had forced her to land i no longer know she said the way to fly myself home may it all become familiar to us all new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon she s so vain she s dreaming of funerals to come it s the part of the movie where you can t help but close your eyes a social butterfly retreats back to its cocoon surely this will be familiar to us all new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon hold my gaze hold my gaze hold my gaze hold my gaze hold my gaze gaze new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon new moon