My Angel کے بول

Step over the edge too far Open my hands that catch your wall Nothing to hear but my very own cry Far below the rocks and sky My angel, my angel My angel, my angel Strange as she appears to be Oldest friend invisibly She brushes my hair with a physical hand Lowers my body down to the land My angel, my angel My angel, my angel Beneath the ledge in the morning mist She kisses my eyelids and my wrists Wake to the bleeding of the blade of thе Sun Returning to my oxygen My angel, my angеl My angel, my angel My angel, my angel