Voice leading to voices.
Last song that the lamb sings.
And in colorful, breathless emotional scenes,
bleeding hearts are this way.
Seeing out the angel
from the shadow of a day
that stands alone and crying out.
Singing fascination
for the twisted, anxious days
that stand alone and crying out.
Seeing out the angels
from the rescue pools of life
that stand alone and crying out.
Rescued by the first eye
perceiving us with each year.
Feeling your gaze in the back of my eyes,
leaving worlds this way.
Seeing out the angel
from the shadows of a day
that stands alone and crying out.
Singing fascination
for the twisted, anxious days
that stand alone and crying out.
Seeing out the angels
from the rescue pools of life
that stand alone and crying out.
In voice leading to voices.
Last song that the lamb sings.
In colorful, breathless emotional scenes,
bleeding hearts are this way.
Seeing out the angels
from the shadow of a day
that stands alone and crying out.
Singing fascination
for the twisted, anxious days
that stand alone and crying out.
Seeing out the angels
from the rescue pools of life
that stand alone and crying out.
Seeing out the angels
from the shadow of a day
that stands alone and crying out.
Singing fascination
for the twisted, anxious days
that stand alone and crying out.
Seeing out the angels
Singing fascination
Seeing out the angels
Singing fascination
Seeing out the angels
Singing fascination
Seeing out the angels
Singing fascination