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