Lletres: Robert Pollard. People Are Leaving.

People are leaving
In total frustration
The throw up their hands
People are leaving
As I stomp into spring
(That don't mean a thing)

The angels are making circles
A gift to every naked fat baby
But everyones leaving
To look for a new place to dance

And drilling the heart with sparrows
Well try to get up from the ages
And re-write the book of the pharaohs
At least add a couple of pages
And dance
Before everyone leaves

The servants are making a promise

Well all rise above the depression
The angels are making new circles
A gift to every naked fat baby