Testo My Angel

Step over the edge too far
Open my hands that catch your wall
Nothing to hear but my very own cry
Far below the rocks and sky

My angel, my angel
My angel, my angel
Strange as she appears to be
Oldest friend invisibly
She brushes my hair with a physical hand
Lowers my body down to the land

My angel, my angel
My angel, my angel

Beneath the ledge in the morning mist
She kisses my eyelids and my wrists
Wake to the bleeding of the blade of the sun
Returning to my oxygen

My angel, my angel
My angel, my angel My angel, my angel