The angel hides his face from me
A servant of changing tides
Bleeding hands and a voice made of glass
He came for me in the dead of night
Trauma crawls out from my walls
A scene of grief watched from afar
Hate spreads like the shadow of your wings
The tears hammer through my empty halls
A life overturned in disaster
Faith left at the mouth of a bottle
I scratched my eyes out to see his face
The blood trembles down my cheeks
A light that follows the sun's descent
The guilt keeps me from your reach
Whistle your tune of grievous thoughts
I see your silhouette in the dark
Carve your name into his arm
So he'll remember who you are
Where angels weep