Well I guess you've left me with some feathers in my hand
Didn't 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'm I going
What'd you leave me till I'm only good for
Waiting for you
All my sins said that I would pay for them
if I could come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead-end dreaming
Every night these silhouettes come clear above my head
Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed
And whisper, everytime I fall asleep, everytime 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 said that I would pay for them
if I could come back to you
All my innoncence is wasted on dead-end dreaming
I dream of Michelangelo, when I'm lying in my bed
Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
And suck my blood, break my nerve
offer me their arms
Well I will not be an enemy of anything
I'll only standing here
Waiting for you,
All my sins said that I would pay for them
If I could come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead-end dreaming
I'm gone, I'm gone, I leave today, I'm gone, I'm gone,
I'm gone, take me away, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone,
I leave today, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone