I'm standing at the boundaries of hell
You're heaven-sent brilliance
They say gold and dust
Shouldn't ever mix
And gunpowder is only
for suspicious silhouttes
If there was a window
From below ground
To above
I'd keep you in my line of vision
And mistake the burning sensations
For awe and mesmerization
Tell me, please
There has to be
A place
An in between
Where our two worlds meet
A high for a high
Inequal design
And I'm standing at the door of
The one who has hold of
The man to confront of
The man who will watch over me
With a love and endearment so
out of practice
It doesn't exist at all
A touch for a touch
And when it's all too much
You'll be standing at the door of
The one who adores of
The man dressed in white of
The man who will watch over you
ith a love and endearment so
practiced and pure
It exists more than you can comprehend
If there is a window
Where we can meet
Touch our hands to glass
And feel a better heat
If there is a middle ground
Where we can see
A new picture
One of you and me
If there is no window
I'll make one through the fire
There has to be
A place for a
Hellion and Angel
to meet
