Besedila: Richard John Thompson. Hidden Daylight. Halo.

Checkout, drop my gun to the floor
And put my hands through my hair
Run around looking for something I've forgotten
That never was there

All I said was put your hands to the floor
I know it doesn't mean much anymore

But has anybody seen my halo?
I thought I lost it here yesterday
Has anybody seen my halo?
I need it to avoid the rain
And how bad it feels

Wake up, put my clothes on and go
Back to the place I did so wrong
Loaded with nothing but a conscience
That's been dead for so long

I know you've got a right to be mad
I guess it doesn't mean much to be sad

Has anybody seen my halo?
I thought I lost it here yesterday
Has anybody seen my halo?
I need it to avoid the rain
And how bad it feels

9 o'clock, or something like that
I really don't know anymore
Light hits my face
Through the bars on the window
With my silhouette on the floor

Oh I've got these pictures in my mind
Of what I had to leave behind

Has anybody seen my halo?
I thought I lost it here yesterday
Has anybody seen my halo?
I need it to avoid the rain
And how bad it feels
And how bad it feels
And how bad it feels