If often in the still of night   Thoughts turn out twisted   Well unwind      Uncurl and lay the worries of the world   By any fire you find   Dreamers only believers in their sleep   Under archievers take a leap   Tell her the secrets that you keep      So close and yet too far out   Maybe someday you'll hear   Sweet somethings whispered softly   Into your ear      To those with afflictions   Prone to addictions   To users and to losers   Doubters and their daughters and sons   Your angel will come      Maybe she's come and gone   Already lost the one   What have you done   You lost the only one      If you came from something   And you're headed nowhere   Out on the run   Allow this thought to crystallise      It is better in the long run   To never get there   And let the journey decide      In all this doom and this gloom   And pessimistical visions   Came all condemned men   All fatalists in metaphysical fear   How could love be here      To those with afflictions   Prone to addictions   To users and losers   Doubters and their daughters and sons   Your angel will come      And to those with intentions   In all three dimensions   To jokers and to the joke   Doubters and their daughters and sons   (maybe you've found the one)      Maybe she's come and gone