Her darling wipers
Catch my ear from clear across the bar
As I stroll toward the door
Back and forth we explore the depths of my decline
God, she fears for the worst
I've knelt and reached for the sky above
But who hears my prayers but the birds?
Where do your angels
Where do they fly at night?
Somewhere in the back of my goddamned mind
They'll find you alone
Staring through me
She records frame by frame
The most vile of truths
Fine lines between horns and halos
How they're both intertwined
Where do your angels
Where do they fly at night?
Somewhere in the back of my goddamned mind
They'll find you alone