Can't keep your loved ones glued to one spot
They walk out golden cages you built.
When you think them holy and find that they're not
You'll be left crying over milk spilled.
Angels ain't humans, people ain't saints,
Pedestals are for statues alone.
For people up there it means constraints
They walk away or turn to stone.
Angels and saints
Don't make mistakes.
Angels and saints
Have nothing at stake.
Angels and saints
Don't argue and fuss.
But angels and saints,
Baby, ain't us.
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- night moth
- angels and saints
- painless through the day
- liberation (I&II)
- unimportant
- shackled
- river runs dry
- devil's wayward child
- bitter (toast)
- not enough
- in a little while
- only love counts
- inside
- could i just...?
- wrong step
- overdose
- incomplete
- when the ground crumbles
- perception
- blindness
- room to move and breathe
- little things
- the trade
- second second chance
- remains (at the end of the day)
- like that
- claustrophobia
- addictive frustration
- rusty
- growth
- love squandered
- unwell
- false angels wake alone
- stillborn
- scrambled
- the fool (who waits at home)
- butterfly people
- song for the mistaken
- my morphine
- addiction
- black devil with silver wings
- brand-new version of me
- nightwish
- lion's den
- dance, my heart
- guilty
- humpty's garden
- all the unicorns
- spectre of my life
- cocoon
- Just peeked out to say hi....
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2 comments:
a sad time grieving ny wife rachel, i know she was far from a angel a very proud wild pagan in fact but right now with misty autumn in the air in the sultry welsh hills shes an angel in my heart.
a sad time grieving ny wife rachel, i know she was far from a angel a very proud wild pagan in fact but right now with misty autumn in the air in the sultry welsh hills shes an angel in my heart.
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