I'm falling down.
Looking up and I see,
Not that ocean reaching up,
But those Angels smiling at me.
He dreamt he was in a storm.
Trapped by the infinite dark,
And the cold that shatters,
And then saved by the Angel's ark.
She's lost and afraid;
Can't seem to find her way.
Like a compass, those Angels save her;
Come what may.
Those Angels, bless their hearts,
Knows not of what our demons have in store.
For in this world,
It is Not About Angels anymore.
Do you remember yours?
Or did you forget?
Will you mourn?
Will you regret?
For in this world,
It is Not About Angels anymore.
