Angeltread · letra

crickets rhythmically sing their mournful melodies a monotone by request but they fail, they fail to soothe the mess
hands rhythmically grope the sheets again for you and off-rhythm the time slows to make moments eternal moments eternal
is this some kind of holy test to stitch the trademarks off my chest to get up walk outside my head on a holy search for angeltread
the moon within its ball washes white the darkened wall with a milky veil of silk and I see, I see the spirits lilt
now I've lost my fear so I pray that you come near with a million sparkly lights and help me, help me through the night
the milky prints of spirits near I pray that they have lost their fear a million wisps of sparkly light weaving through the walls...