Twelve Angels - Mr Twin Sister

Walking into the billiards, alone in drag

Hours on 112, no ID in my bag

And the only light is the red open sign

Twelve angels, per three tables, lined in four lines

I’m here in midnight bioluminous

Twelve angels, one for each table

And the red open sign

Here in midnight bioluminous

I’ve fallen for an illusion

An instinctual cry for change

And I promised myself no more confusion

No more thoughts to derange

And as i sink into my vinyl chair

Someone tries to look it through me

I choose light to turn its way

And let the dark matter into me

I’ve fallen for an illusion

I see peers of mine staring my way

Drippy canine eyes

Trying to look it through me

And what do I do I turn

Tightly its way

And let the dark matter into me

What more can I say?

I’ve fallen for an illusion

Told myself no more confusion

Somewhere there’s a chord sitting in the air for me

But tonight I don’t wanna care for me