| Song | Angels Take a Soul |
| Artist | Fuel |
| Album | Angels & Devils |
| 作曲 : Bell | |
| For this life | |
| I think she knows | |
| There's nothing left to show | |
| Lose your faith | |
| In a world | |
| And the seeds can't be resown | |
| Curtains drawn | |
| She looks behind | |
| No magic left to find | |
| The truth you're not supposed to know | |
| Her eyes saw long ago | |
| Walk the wire | |
| We walk the wire | |
| With all I am | |
| I stand alone | |
| In fields that | |
| I have grown | |
| But if there's nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| I'm sick of it all | |
| I don't care | |
| I'm blissfully aware | |
| Old too fast and smart too slow | |
| From dust to dust we go | |
| Walk the wire | |
| We walk the wire | |
| With all I am | |
| I stand alone | |
| In fields that | |
| I have grown | |
| But if there's nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| Sick I amOf fighting alone | |
| The blood | |
| I taste, my own | |
| So if there's nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| The angels take a soul | |
| With all I am | |
| I stand alone | |
| In fields that | |
| I have grown | |
| But if there's nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| Sick I amOf fighting alone | |
| The blood | |
| I taste, my own | |
| So if there's nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| The angels take a soul |
| zuò qǔ : Bell | |
| For this life | |
| I think she knows | |
| There' s nothing left to show | |
| Lose your faith | |
| In a world | |
| And the seeds can' t be resown | |
| Curtains drawn | |
| She looks behind | |
| No magic left to find | |
| The truth you' re not supposed to know | |
| Her eyes saw long ago | |
| Walk the wire | |
| We walk the wire | |
| With all I am | |
| I stand alone | |
| In fields that | |
| I have grown | |
| But if there' s nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| I' m sick of it all | |
| I don' t care | |
| I' m blissfully aware | |
| Old too fast and smart too slow | |
| From dust to dust we go | |
| Walk the wire | |
| We walk the wire | |
| With all I am | |
| I stand alone | |
| In fields that | |
| I have grown | |
| But if there' s nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| Sick I amOf fighting alone | |
| The blood | |
| I taste, my own | |
| So if there' s nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| The angels take a soul | |
| With all I am | |
| I stand alone | |
| In fields that | |
| I have grown | |
| But if there' s nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| Sick I amOf fighting alone | |
| The blood | |
| I taste, my own | |
| So if there' s nothing left to hold | |
| Let the angels take a soul | |
| The angels take a soul |