You're free to be loved at last.
I will never burden you again.
Your tears were undeserved.
The jar of notes you wrote might as well be a jar of teeth.
Though beautiful, they haunt my room.
I could never bare to read another word.
The blinds are still broken, the sun creeps in, illuminates and outline of you.
I knew an angel.
She suffered loss, yet I made her wounds large enough for me to crawl in.
I knew an angel, she forgot my name.
I did it to myself.
She was never to blame.
I knew an angel who forgot my face.
Her bed was fire and my body kerosene.
So I wouldn't lay there and risk another life.
We'd diffuse bombs.
We'd walk marathons.
We'd take on whatever together, but I have her no longer.
This is for you: I will close my eyes, let got of the wheel, count to ten.
Close my eyes, let go of the wheel, let it end.
//
Taking the long way home.
Where I go, you don't know.
Never ever leave me alone.
I knew an angel.
She forgot my name.
Because I took the wings from her back.
I'm the one to blame.
I knew an angel.
She forgot my face.
Because I clipped the wings from her back.
I'm the one to blame.
