It must have been in September
When, swiftly, we leapt from buildings
Waiting for the perfect kill
And your eyes got crimson when you got closer
And you might be the nicest thing I've ever seen
(I've ever seen, I've ever seen)
We're the Angels and the Darlas
And in time we'll be syndicated too
But for now, there's not a door that you can close
And we, we can't creep through
And you might be the nicest thing I've ever seen
(I've ever seen, I've ever seen)
