Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren’t as bad as they seem.

An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night. And her rhythm broke my hunger. And I died a little less.

I used to be free spirited, now I’m just free of sleep. I got a burning passion in my throat. I got a burning passion inside me.

Dignified in what she does, when she sings the smile that she brings to all of you unaware of what’s to come, I said tell me what’s to come.

So they’re looking for a new face, with a voice to go along. I can tell you right now that ain’t my style. I don’t do no sing alongs, with my freedom.

I saw my first angel.And it was you.

The sun’s rays don’t bother me. No they cast down such a wonderful heat. Masking beauty, by a terrible fate.

Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly.