Valborg

The angels have gone on a bender
The farms are green and black
And in Azalea, you can't help but fall in love
There's someone who swears that everything you do is good

Yes, I'm yours if you want an idiot
Put your hand in mine, put your hand in mine

I have no place to call home
In this crappy spring rain
A suburban gang hijacks a tram home in the spring evening
Tasting life's heroin

And if you ever want an idiot
Put your hand in mine, put your hand in mine

You may never reach where you want to go
But you reach me

You may never get who you want to get
But you get me