• Listening to her sing,
    My eyes begin to lose function as
    Staccato music notes begin to
    Paint a replacement for this imperfect world.

    I now know heaven exists because
    Not only am I already in hell, but
    I am hearing this angel
    Sent down here to comfort the damned.

    Her solid gold voice
    Brings me back to yesterdays
    When special moments didn't
    Need special occasions.

    Oh Angel, teach me how to be strong again, for
    I've let myself become weak,
    Poisoning my spirit with
    Doubts over ever-lasting peace,
    Thoughts of dreams beyond my reach,
    I do beseech
    You:
    Paint me a replacement for this imperfect world, and
    I'll build your vision with these hands that
    Are strong once more.