Slowly now I feel it
Creeping up inside of me
Hiding somewhere in the dark
Wondering what it could be.
The gentle words you say
Soothe my troubled heart
They slowly calm my soul
That's been crudely torn apart.
After all that's happened
All those terrible things
They have caused me to be
In search of my lost wings.
Appearances are deceiving
I'm not quite as you willed
I stole this shining halo
From an angel that I killed.
I can't seem to recollect
What sort of wings I lost
Demon's wings or angel's wings
I gained them at some cost.
Perhaps I have one of each
One of black and one of white
Maybe I'm an angel of the day
And a demon of the night.
In case you're still wondering what "it" is, "it" is comfort.
