Из альбома: Welcome the Night
You'll be forever an angel
In a sun dress blowing in the sweet September wind
At least that's how I choose to remember,
And in my heart you'll never love again
Maybe it's too late to regain sight of all that we have lost
Got to hold on to this moment
Don't let go
Maybe it's too late for redemption now
I see a blanket of pale white snow
On the street side from this doll house full of open words
And the stained glass of the church next door
Casts it's vile upon this empty room
Your eyes that used to shine as bright
As open lights without
But we're meant to be loved
It