• I’ve seen things I’ve never mean,
    Found things disappearing
    And falling straight between
    Nothing and everything.
    Watched as it withered into my eyes,
    Then disguised as lies,
    Watched as the world turns around,
    Crashing everything in the world,
    There’s a point we can’t return,
    There are things we can’t replace,
    And it’s too late now,
    And I still seen these things,
    Things I didn’t mean,
    And I still believe,
    I still believe in angels,
    Not the kind with halos,
    Not the kind with wings,
    Not the kind that sings,
    The kind that shields what I’ve found,
    The kind sacrifices what they are,
    The kind that stands and screams
    The kind that cries and dreams