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© Words and Music by Robb Gorringe

In a lonely terror, confined
All I wanted was the first thing I could find
A long, long way to go
Shining legacy with no one left to mourn

How I wanted to see
All the pictures to breathe
I wanted them

Far away I had no one left to warn
Of the hollow tragedies that lie in store
And--- then came in like a rush
Violent wind that takes the coldest soul to crush

How I wanted to see
All the pictures to breathe
And my valleys to fly
And my evil...

...to angels
Spinning round
Like the white doves drone
Flaming face is the garden below
I'm alright in the hands
Hands of him who holds the sky

I'm not the angel that could once ever, ever let you down
Stuck on the angels, left my faded form in past-time glory
On to you angel though I never, ever, ever saw your form
Soak in the prayers of the battled ones, those rusted crazy

You're my oldest angel