a of an angel in ice stands before me, the more i hold her, the more she melts away. a sculpture of an angel in ice, just not made for me, so sad as she left, she said don’t wait.”
but i still hear her whispers carried in the breeze, saying, “baby, lets live while our souls are still free.”
but i’m down on my knees, crushed to the screaming surrender like never before, i knew it was wrong, trying to hold on. and i’m down on my knees, with myself to blame.
all my faith was in pieces, like a broken glass, as i tried collect it, i cut myself. after time all the pieces were all replaced, as my love for faded, to the silent place.
but i still hear her whispers carried in the breeze, saying, “baby, lets live while our souls are still free.”
but i’m down on my knees, to the floor, screaming surrender like never before, i knew it was wrong, still trying to hold but i’m down on my knees, with myself to blame, coz i’m too weak to blow out the flame. i’m still trying to on.
still trying to hold… still trying to hold on. so lets live while our souls are still free.
but i’m on my knees, with myself to blame. coz i’m too weak to blow out this flame.