| Song | Alienation |
| Artist | Morning Parade |
| Album | Pure Adulterated Joy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Our secrets, you hid so well | |
| A time capsule the future will not find. | |
| And in the belly of a catacomb, a fuselage the future will not hide | |
| Swallowed by his pride. | |
| It’s like a mobile phone that can’t phone home. | |
| It’s an endless ringing, and it’s a silent drone. | |
| It’s a passenger, a messenger | |
| A hectic and hysterical inside | |
| They throw away our nation’s pride | |
| And caution to the wind | |
| Like bank notes in the bin. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be. | |
| You tell me I’m a grain of sand in an hour glass | |
| So throw me a land line, this is more like a land mine; | |
| Just one crossed wire, you’ll blow the floor beneath our feet | |
| And the houses of the million civilians | |
| Pre-packed with indifference inside. | |
| They throw away our nation’s pride | |
| And caution to the wind | |
| Like bank notes in the bin. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be. | |
| We’re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. | |
| Well we’re such a long way from home. | |
| Let’s dance in this universe unknown. | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be. | |
| We’re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be. | |
| We’re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. |
| Our secrets, you hid so well | |
| A time capsule the future will not find. | |
| And in the belly of a catacomb, a fuselage the future will not hide | |
| Swallowed by his pride. | |
| It' s like a mobile phone that can' t phone home. | |
| It' s an endless ringing, and it' s a silent drone. | |
| It' s a passenger, a messenger | |
| A hectic and hysterical inside | |
| They throw away our nation' s pride | |
| And caution to the wind | |
| Like bank notes in the bin. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you' ve been' s not everything you' ll be. | |
| You tell me I' m a grain of sand in an hour glass | |
| So throw me a land line, this is more like a land mine | |
| Just one crossed wire, you' ll blow the floor beneath our feet | |
| And the houses of the million civilians | |
| Prepacked with indifference inside. | |
| They throw away our nation' s pride | |
| And caution to the wind | |
| Like bank notes in the bin. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you' ve been' s not everything you' ll be. | |
| We' re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. | |
| Well we' re such a long way from home. | |
| Let' s dance in this universe unknown. | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you' ve been' s not everything you' ll be. | |
| We' re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you' ve been' s not everything you' ll be. | |
| We' re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. |
| Our secrets, you hid so well | |
| A time capsule the future will not find. | |
| And in the belly of a catacomb, a fuselage the future will not hide | |
| Swallowed by his pride. | |
| It' s like a mobile phone that can' t phone home. | |
| It' s an endless ringing, and it' s a silent drone. | |
| It' s a passenger, a messenger | |
| A hectic and hysterical inside | |
| They throw away our nation' s pride | |
| And caution to the wind | |
| Like bank notes in the bin. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you' ve been' s not everything you' ll be. | |
| You tell me I' m a grain of sand in an hour glass | |
| So throw me a land line, this is more like a land mine | |
| Just one crossed wire, you' ll blow the floor beneath our feet | |
| And the houses of the million civilians | |
| Prepacked with indifference inside. | |
| They throw away our nation' s pride | |
| And caution to the wind | |
| Like bank notes in the bin. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you' ve been' s not everything you' ll be. | |
| We' re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. | |
| Well we' re such a long way from home. | |
| Let' s dance in this universe unknown. | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you' ve been' s not everything you' ll be. | |
| We' re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. | |
| [2x] | |
| So make angels in the snow, love a little more | |
| Live with no regrets, for everything you do | |
| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home. | |
| And everything you are, everything you were, | |
| Everything you' ve been' s not everything you' ll be. | |
| We' re really all the stars that burst in the universe | |
| Of our alienation. |