Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?
I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now
Where'd you come from? Where am I going?
Why'd you leave me 'till I'm only good for
Waiting for you
All my sins
I said that I would pay for them if I could
come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming
Every night these silohuettes appear above my head
Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper
Every time I fall asleep Every time I dream
"Did you come? Would you lie?
Why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for
Waiting for you
All my sins
I said that I would pay for them if I could
come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming
I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed