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... |