Out of the angeles - Amusement parks on fire

All the colours I know, are beautiful
viewed through a pure soul
In a town, my home, where the lights glow
Only the blessed go
Up and down the back roads, with our eyes closed
Dreaming of Tom's ghost
Now that times clocked on, when it strikes One
We're gunna get gone

Out of the gaze of the last night
Into the heat of the street light
In the past the future's on our side
For every moment in no-time

The street reflects the hot sun, that we live from
That we're gunna die from
In a town, my home, where the lights glow
Only the blessed go.