Angels of the Silences
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my handDid it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you nowWhere’d you come from? Where am I going?Why’d you leave me ’til I’m only good for…
Waiting for youAll my sins…I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to youAll my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming
Every night these silhouettes appear above my headLittle angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisperEvery time I fall asleepEvery time I dream“Did you come? Would you lie?why’d you leave us ’till we’re only good for…
Waiting for you”All my sins…I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to youAll my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming
I dream of Michelangelo when I’m lying in my bedLittle angels hang above my head and read me like an open bookSuck my blood break my nerve offer me their armsWell, I will not be an enemy of anythingI’ll only stand here
Waiting for youAll my sins…I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to youAll my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming