So Small so Tall

Eleven days and no one's preaching Summer 's failing to arrive I'm cleaning up the tiny kitchen The hail is clearing up my mind Seven mornings I've been hoping For seven angels to arrive Seven people are deciding To vanish seven billion smiles So small we crawl So tall we fall Eleven days and no one's calling The hail is breaking through the door Maybe we are way too boring Angels won't come here at all Let's pretend that we are happy Every single one of us Let's pretend that life's worth nothing So we can let ourselves to lust So small we crawl So tall we fall