Gentle heart guide me to my car
Take my broken hands and help me steer
Lead me blind and speaking into the darkest canyon deep
I cannot breathe down here the air is thick with animals dying and sick
Help me sing their hopeless chant
Sing it loud to bring you home
In my hand appeared a box of clothes
We gathered round and watched the colours burn and the canyon glow
And in the light I see the face of the animals
I see a fire burn in the face of the animals
I see that I am weak, and that I have no choice
I see what I will be and what I will become
I see an empty room, a house falling apart
I see an empty room, a house falling apart
I have such long days ahead
And all that you have is death
I have such long days ahead
And all that you have is death
No angels are watching you
The walls are not listening
I’d trade everything I have
But everything is not enough
No angels are watching you
The walls are not listening
I’d trade everything I have
But everything is not enough