cherry blossom walking in a strawberry camp, looking at the angels flying in the garden. The light grows up and i can feel my heart racing, and my hands shaking. Angelitta is right on my side playing with a strand of my hair. The wind blows in my face and I can feel a strange feeling of peace. I think I need a picture 'cause it's never enough, to see you smillin' in my mind when i still lay in the dark, and It starts with you, with you. I'm obsessed with the idea that one day it breaks up, 'Cause after that, i know i'll never be as capable of love. After you, after you...

The heaven knows where the angels are, only heaven know's it..