These empty notes hide and conceal. The faster we touch, the less I feel. I've got this problem and kicked it to death. Inhale, exhale, don't lose your breath. Stones throw away from decay.
and pray that angels will fall away. And I'll see you on the way down.
And I see your wings, but you can't fly.
This rotten shell, cradled inside. We're all looking for something; I'm just looking to die. I've cornered this problem and put the blade on in my cage bought with this wage of sin. Stones throw away from decay.
and pray that angels will fall away. And I'll see you on the way down.
And I see your wings, but you can't fly.
When the sky cries out angels, we will dance in the rain. And in the tragic downpour, we will learn to live again. When the sky bleeds forgiveness, we will drink from its veins.
But you're no angel. [4x]
And if I put it on the line, said you would be mine, would you throw those wings away? And if I showed you all the signs and they pointed on down, would you follow me anyway?
And if I put it on the line, said you would be mine, would you throw those wings away? And if I showed you all the signs and they pointed on down, would you follow me anyway? [2x]