In the heat of the Indian summer
  Out along the Appalachian Way
  You can hear the sound of the Overnight Angels
  As they pray
  Charged by the light of some mariners lantern
  Spitting out a cold but triangular spray
  Can't you hear the screams of the Overnight Angels
  As they play
  
  Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain
  Reaching out beyond the length of the light
  You can catch a glimpse of an Overnight Angel
  As he shines
  Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living
  Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes
  Can't you feel the pulse of the Overnight Angels
  Beating time
  
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels
  
  Children of the junkies led the revolution
  Push yourselves over get yourselves there
  Someone throw their arms round the Overnight Angels
  Cause they care
  Angels don't need no phony religion
  Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres
  They will never speak to the Overnight Angels
  They can only stare
  
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels Angels
  
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels Angels
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels Angels
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels
  Can you hear us can you hear us
  We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels Angels
  Angels Angels Angels Angels
  Angels Angels Angels Angels
  Angels Angels Angels Angels
  Overnight Angels
  Overnight Angels
  Talking about
  The Overnight Angels
  (fade)