| Song | Angelic |
| Artist | Antimatter |
| Album | Saviour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Angel cried last night; it was something in her dreams, | |
| Carving pictures on her bedroom wall, she wonders what it means, | |
| But gets by inside by saying it's not real, | |
| There's no reason to confuse myself no matter what it seems. | |
| Angel lied last night to amputate her fears, | |
| With no question she exhumes herself from possibilities. | |
| Close your eyes it's fine by saying it's not real, | |
| There's no reason to forgive myself no matter what it seems. | |
| And if I could grow some wings | |
| I'd fly away home... |