The angels are here to get me.
They're following my every move...

Not the people,
Nor the place...

The goul turned.
She saw his power...

Pages are turned.
Words are forgotten...

My friend turned her back,
She started to judge...

Quitely sitting in my room,
Thinking...

Everything is beautiful.
Little kids dance...

I look down the river.
The gracious mountains stand...

We may not talk,
But we shall always laugh...

Untouched.
Pure...

The sun is just about to rise.
The red cape of velvet...

The shattered town,
Lies beneath me...