there's angels hiding under
tressles above the ground
they hover there forever
so they can't be found
trains are speeding over
over the frozen lakes
would you ever see me
under the ice awake
it's too late now
it's too late now
it's too late to fix my broken hands
to fix my broken hands
he's got a steel guitar
where his hearts supposed to be
called in the mechanic
he couldn't tune the strings
and there's always circus music
playing inside his head
it jumped into the river
and into the sea it fled
it's too late now
it's too late now
it's too late to fix my broken hands
to fix my broken hands