Falling head over heels for burden and
bright light.
A high cost of playing god I guess.
Please, tell me how to survive in this.
The unforgiving role of seeing too much.
Under the dead wake of morning.
Finding solace in a diseased heart and
Findling love in acts of desperation.
You're no angel my friend.
You're no angel.
And here we are teetering
On the edge of tried departure,
And there you are with a blessing from below.
One drop for every callous ending.
And one drop for every ungranted wish.
Spare me the day.
When you discover a new found low.
bright light.
A high cost of playing god I guess.
Please, tell me how to survive in this.
The unforgiving role of seeing too much.
Under the dead wake of morning.
Finding solace in a diseased heart and
Findling love in acts of desperation.
You're no angel my friend.
You're no angel.
And here we are teetering
On the edge of tried departure,
And there you are with a blessing from below.
One drop for every callous ending.
And one drop for every ungranted wish.
Spare me the day.
When you discover a new found low.
