Fanart Woke up on angel island in your arms / to the smell of burning bridges and the sound of those alarms in my head / I should’ve stayed in bed. And the words fall out like forever december… I still miss you in the June gloom, too. Cradled by the hands of fate, the faith that sometimes wraps around too tight. I tried to be more than me / and I gave until it all went away I’m either gone in an instant / or here til the bitter end I never know. Hell yes, I’m a nervous wreck. When you’re gone I’ll tell them my religion is you. To children ardent for some desperate glory… Tonight it’s just fire or losing you. I would give my life to save you / I stand guardian at your door…I’ll give you all that I am. The drought was the very worst. Why be sweet, why be gentle why be kind? A man has only one thing on his mind. You can still get on St. Peter’s list, but you need to lower your standards because it’s never getting any better than this. This love is good, this love is bad. This love is alive back from the dead. You hang around but your will may be broken. I try to beat it but I’m no good on my own. Angels are watching over you. A part of you dug him even when he went psycho. I wandered through my playing cards and would not let him be. We’re heading to hell for heaven sake, huh? Well Imma levitate, make the devil wait. I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of new posts by email.