Texty: Rise Against. Revolutions Per Minute. Like The Angel.

:
they turn the lights down low,
in shadows hiding from the world,
only coming out when it gets cold

the seas part when they hit the floor,
the voices carry on and out the door
and everything you touch turns into gold

like the angel you are you laugh creating a lightness in my chest,
your eyes they penetrate me,
(your answer's always 'maybe')
that's when I got up and left

a beating heart and a microphone,
a ticking clock in an empty home
still tells of these times so long ago,
and even though I've come so far, I know
I've got so far to go and any day now I'll explode

like the angel you are you laugh creating a lightness in my chest,
your eyes they penetrate me,
(your answer's always 'maybe')
that's when I got up and left

And each and everyday will lead into tomorrow
and tomorrow brings one less day without you
but don't wait up just leave the light on
cause all the roads that I might take will all one day lead back to you

And like the angel you are you laugh creating a lightness in my chest,
your eyes they penetrate me,
(never cease to amaze me)
that's when I got up and left