They're satin in my fingers
Velvet to my touch
Calming, soothing tickling
Heaven in my clutch
Silky strands and muffled scent
And we keep smiling, can't stop smiling
So graceful, powerful in your might
Black against my pillows, personifying night
A solemn dance, hand in hand
Slow, twirling round and round
Breaths of mist as we climb up high
Take one more jump and turn to fly
You're singing in the wind as it whips you in its veil
There's a flutter in your heart, beating, beating
So elegant do you fall my poor, poor angel
As we stand in the dusk, waiting
Waiting for you to stand again
To lick your wounds and carry on
But until then I'll carry you home
Oh, my poor fallen angel
