I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're scared
Wake, wake, wake her
From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams
And sew her seams with delicateness
Cause beneath her chest
Sits the heart that I live for
You'd kill for
The angels would die for
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings
They whispered
Whispered
I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're scared
Alert the sawbones
Tell them that she's not scared
She's got an army of saints
Armed with her prayers
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here
With a relic in her right hand
She rushes to the frontline
Stricken by the wounds across her chest
The angels swear she's blessed
With this medical test that unlocks the gates
To the place that we live for
We die for
I know that she's bound for
And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct
She whispered
To whisper
I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're...
Alert the sawbones
Tell them that she's not scared
She's got an army of saints
Armed with her prayers
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight
Alert the sawbones
Tell them that she's not scared
She's got an army of saints
Armed with her prayers
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here
The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home
She sent them home
With a handful of bullet shells
With a handful of bullet shells
The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home
Sent them home
With a handful of bullet shells
With a handful of bullet shells
Alert the sawbones
Tell them that she's not scared
Alert the sawbones
Tell them that she's not scared
She's got an army of saints
Armed with her prayers
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared