There comes a son, a son of angels   Carrying an empty glass   Trying to fill it to the surface   Well tell your thirst love has passed      You carry on, carry the world   You must get worn with all the weight   I take it in but you won't no where   And no where's where we're headed fast       Oh, oh, Rodeo   Slow turning to and fro   Oh, oh, Rodeo   Where we land no one knows (no one knows..)      We're not blind to what it is   In other words, the ignorant kind   Well life is short, but oh it's wide   It's wide enough to blow my mind       Well I believe in ever-after   Just in case what's after that   Don't I love you like the angels   And could you ever love me back?      Chorus      Strangers now we are becoming   Stranger now we have become   If any fiction every returns   Returned by the coolest one      Chorus