Paroles: The Wooden Sky. Angels.

Oh Lord Lord Lord, I'm too young to die
And if I'd know these days were numbered
Then I might not have tried
No I've never done wrong by you
And I've told no lies
Still when I see them running scared I think I might
When my feet were rested and I'd laid my sons to sleep
I went out in search of animals whose blood you might believe
I slit their throats and I help them up towards the sky
I prayed no Star of David fall upon us in the night

And when my feet are weary then I'm an only child
Brought up in foreign lands where the sun don't ever shine
The light that fell around me never shone down from the sky
And I never found the strength to feel inspired

The night they brought me Jesus we both went to him together
Dressed ourselves in lace and leather
And held our hands towards the son
We'd risked life and limb to be here
And we both knew when we beseeched him
That our children would kneel together
To repay the debts we'd won

Oh Lord Lord Lord, I'm too young to die
And if I'd know these days were numbered
Then I might not have tried
No I've never done wrong by you
And I've told no lies
Still when I see them running scared I think I might