British India The Golden Years Lyrics

He makes me nervous and i know why
This secret service this dead end guy
And ever since i was a young man
I've been waiting for right now
Take off your name tag, push through the crowd
I haven't seen you in months and months
Been snorting diamonds and stealing cars
and every time i see you these days
It feels like we never met
I can't remember, i can't forget

It's the angel complication
You've got to get there your own way man,
Then you've just got to do it again
And It's the angel being questioned
You've got to get there your own way man,
And then you've just got to do it again

I think about us now and then
These golden years that we're drowing in We'll spend our whole lives trying to get to a place
We dont want to be
Take off your t-shirt, lie next to me

And it's the angel complication
You've got to get there your own way man,
And then you've just got to do it again
And It's the angel being wasted
Reminding me once again, that i have no friends
I'm alone and will end up as dead as everyone else
And It's the angel complication
You've got to get there your own way man,
And then you've just got to do it again
And It's the angel from the pavement
It crys a song that lasts forever
I hate to remember
forget, I forget, I forget as hard as i can